Seasons
fall, the trickiest of them all,
is pretending
-again-
to have fallen in love with summer
taking her to dinner each evening,
giving her the room
to play during the day
summer, the purest of them all,
has fallen for all that
-again-
surrendering slowly her joyful soul
little does she know
perhaps sooner than before
she'll fall out of favor
-again-
once winter, the eternal lover of fall,
makes that call.
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016
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