'Tis The Season Poem by Jean Renwick
'Tis The Season
Summer when the sun and flowers and celebrations be.
Summer whose joys and rites are dead to me.
Autumn drying and bare with approaching fears.
Autumn time of falling leaves and falling tears.
Winter a dear, pale season, all asleep.
Winter cold and dreary, felt especially deep.
Spring bursting forth a cacophony of growth.
Spring home of silence and screaming both.
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