Best Increasingly Poems

Spring's luster is dewed anew each morning
While Summer moods doom fear of Winter's cost.
'Til Fall, the redness sender gives us warning
That soon Winter's spider redips its web of frost. 

Spring's flower is a sire wolf fang piercing ground.
Summer's sunburn warming is a sign I'm raw.
Fall's...

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that creaky old door
    just keeps swinging back and forth 
            it tries  ~  my patience 

By
David Kavanagh...

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