Autumn's light leaves me
Wanting,
Seeming
Wrong.
Summer's light raided me,
Burning,
Yearning
Strong.
Spring's light lilted me,
Promising,
Blossoming
Songs.
Winter's cold glow chilled me,
Accosting,
Frosting
Long.
But, dismal Autumnal light,
Warns me,
Scorns me...
Go!
Nov 30, 2021
Nov 30, 2021 at 11:21 AM UTC
Autumn's light leaves me
Wanting,
Seeming
Wrong.
Summer's light raided me,
Burning,
Yearning
Strong.
Spring's light lilted me,
Promising,
Blossoming
Songs.
Winter's cold glow chilled me,
Accosting,
Frosting
Long.
But, dismal Autumnal light,
Warns me,
Scorns me...
Go!
Autumn chill may bring hot blood, but I prefer Spring's promising breath. Winter's a stage reminiscent of death, Summer's antithesis and up to no good.
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