Seasons of Splendor
May Mother Nature receive her due
For seasons of splendor each in kind
Contrasts noted in color and format
Starting with spring, her minuses few,
Then, summer in her brightest blues we find
Until autumn shows us nature’s palette
Of crimson, yellow, orange, and gold
All the vibrant colors we know are refined
Only to find themselves in a burning vat
As winter approaches, oh, so awfully cold
Now, ponder that.
Written October 23, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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