Spring Time In Fall
Falls Folly is that all will Founder
Falling slowing to the ground, or
Floating atop a liquid mirror
It all displays a death
Short and kind
Or
Brought about by brutal winds
Throwing pieces through the sky’s
But Fall is only victorious for a time
Because in spring life returns
In the Form of budding babies
Born anew: yellow, green, and blue
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