Brisk - Poem by Shannon Harney
Summer licks his lips,
lusting after the fair skin of Winter.
The hot season sacrifices everything
for a chance to receive her cool touch.
She rejects his affection,
& hastily destroys his autumn gifts
that he lays at her feet.
There is no romance in their dance
Around the star.
Why does his devotion
return each spring?
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