day breaks gray
fall's gentle chill
hardening into
a bite
by three pm
good
summer finally rests
curled up
cozily somewhere
with a good book
or on vacation
maybe
on the world's
lower east side...
* * *
winter
lurks always
behind the facade of
spring and summer
and even brother fall
jealously demanding
tribute
angry at being
the least loved
season
stretching out
icy fingers
to grasp at
happy hearts...
* * * * * * *
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