For the Etheree Poetry Contest, Sponsored by Ink Empress
Fall. Sweet songs fill the air, in icy times. 'Neath magenta skies stoic redbird dances, on bare twigs, to his own song. He revels in blue stars and snow awaiting first rays of coral sun. Touched by a mystery lady of green, who still wields magic, in wintry weather! Happy people pass, dressed for the cold Purple butterflies lie waiting for gold days, like those we knew- of singing sunflowers and cherry sunsets, sunshine, peaches scent whispers mint hues, Spring.
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