
autumn transmutes fire
weaving rusty-hued brocades
warming weary souls
••♾••
winter spins water
into playgrounds of iced joy
quenching parched spirits
••♾••
spring imbues lush air
with the fragrance of promise
energizing hearts
••♾••
still it is summer's
gracious rays that reveal why
we were brought to earth
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