Summer's warmth
in shades so lush and green
grows weary; bows out to the age
of Autumn’s vibrant flush of color.
Color that gracefully disappears in the wind
as blast of winter rushes in
to sketch out another world
in black in white.
The green and the gold fall to slumber
stripped bare beneath blankets of snow
till the warmth of a spring sun returns;
to awaken and re-dress the earth in rainbows
that promise new life in living color.
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