Seasons
When winter comes, the sun sleeps,
Darkening the world in an icy chill.
The frozen rain drops resting on the tongue,
The red noses and warm cheeks in the air.
The frosted carpet of diamonds.
The fresh winter daises in bloom.
When spring comes, the sun stirs,
Watching the rain fall on dead bones.
The silver clouds holding age old dreams,
The ground hibernating life anew.
The dawn of color springs,
Red, purple, pink, and orange.
When summer comes, the sun arises,
Sprung to life by the kiss of the prince.
The wine-rich soil alive and ready,
The creamy fairies sending kisses.
The light of the leprechauns.
Salty dreams to the savor of lips.
When fall comes, the sun gets weary,
Waiting for her star strewn bed.
The trees go to the ball,
And the flowers, to the harvest party.
Golden grain, wine flowing on the road.
White puppies resting on the knee.
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