The Seasons
AUTUMN AMIABLY AMBLES in, SENDING SUMMER SLIDING.
MODESTLY FLAUNTING her brilliant bright wear,
While SAD SUMMER SLOWLY SLIPS away.
Thus it is often the seasons collide.
One is too eager to put on her show,
The other reluctant to give up her reign.
SWEET Summer is BITTER for being ousted,
While Autumn CALMLY and BELLIGERENTLY pushes her out
Knowing full well that her own time will come
When Winter will VIOLENTLY EASE her away.
Spring however, abides her time.
She's never too early and never too late.
Spring SIMPLY SPARKLES with splendor while she is here.
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Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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