5th in Seasons Now and After Contest (Sponsor: Nette Onclaud)
Judged: August 15th, 2025
his lips slipped upon mine; into dreaming in the satellite of fall's chaste shadows sphered by the last cast of summer streaming onto our free skin, sunk in the shallows our first kisses, our first mature outlet for a latent love now bursts in our ears from seeds sown in spring's bosom, mere trinket our little love, hedging, a nest appears underneath the wakeful sun, its pure heat receding; displaced by the chatoyance of autumnal leaves waltzing where we'll meet singing, unfazed, at the cold's arrogance
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