The first thought in my head At the sight of the two together Was, 'they don't match, but they fit,' Like the beginning of Fall meeting the end of Summer.
Bright and outspoken Warm summer days Beside the quiet thoughtfulness Of Autumn's leisurely change.
It's beautiful and intriguing It's not meant for paper alone So I'll shout it from the highest mountains And write it in the most-heard songs.
Summer's heat speaks of joy Though the nights talk of pain And through the smiles and laughter Is evidence of life's strain.
Autumn is quiet but opinionated And riddled with hurricanes But the light of Summer Will never let Autumn fall again.
Summer writes of beautiful chaos Autumn writes of simple existence They don't match, but they fit I'm amazed every time I see them.
See, the first thought in my head At the sight of the two together Was, 'they don't match, but they fit," Like the beginning of Fall meeting the end of Summer.
More poetry inspired by the muses :D for once, I feel like I wrote it somewhat correctly.