Satchel Full If Spring-Pocket Full of Fall
Winter's snow is melting; got a satchel full of Spring.
Blow it to the wind and from my front porch watch it bloom.
Capture vibrant colors; tie them up with satin string.
Loose them in December; brighten Winter's graying gloom.
Summer's heat is waning; got a pocket full of Fall.
Spend it all on jewels just to gussy up the trees.
Grab a frosty morning; wad it up into a ball.
Throw it to next August; catch a welcomed, crispy breeze.
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2018
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