seasons

gentle breeze over natural flowers and grasses giving gracefully

asking with her fairy caress and then flowing a wider berth

within sight, to approach again to tease and again withdraw

inevitable that autumn leaves should fall to winter earth

as the petals curled and fell through the gold

the white seemed whiter with black exposed

the buds, the nose and the core of summer rose

through peeker's wistful eyes, getting bolder to impose

both under sun, alight, alive, one to unfold; the other bold

he tracked the sunbeam's eyes to where the passion cries

stood at ease, took on board her tease

and thanked his greedy eyes

saluting, readied, flinching

this up-and-coming clash

no peace could quell

no love could quash

his greedy eyes aflash

suddenly! fell the curtain where autumn leaves would cease to dwell

in trees of red and orange-gold, lightly hovered as kisses fell

the turmoil lashed and swirled and danced

the softened ground withdrew, advanced

the white and gold and black, the bold

began their carefree raid

pursuing white via gold to black

the way that nature laid

she had set out for something that winter could comprehend

he had wanted something else that only happened then

rock'n'rolling icy leaves were tossed and pushed and whipped

as autumn greeted winter so conveniently equipped

exquisite smoke was rising, kind to eye and mind and nose

odd seasons meeting sweetly as passion comes and goes

they lay there still, they'd spent their time, engulfed entangled embroiled

pride, indifference, who is right? ....all been neatly foiled

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