Knowing Her Poem by Sheldon Moore
Knowing Her
I know her as Autumn
Sometimes she is Spring
Summer is her fashion
In Winter she is Queen
Her hair is ginger
Adorned with leaves
I see her with eyes
That never deceives
With grace she moves
From season to season
Taking along with her
Any reason for reason
She is not my lover
Nor should she be
A solitary woman
Who remains free
I cannot own her
Nor should I try
You know her too
Don't tell a lie
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