The Seasons Poem by John Bliven Morin

The Seasons



Summer had a Fall,
With nothing broken;
Emptying tree limbs all,
Winter’s chill betoken;
Kaleidoscopic leaves,
Autumnal splendor,
And no one grieves
For Spring will mend her.

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John Bliven Morin

John Bliven Morin

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