I look for the words
I look for the signs
I look for the blush
that speaks of spring
the bay tree in bloom
pink silk of mimosa
the heat of summer
announces a harvest
I look for the orange
I look for the mango
I look for coolness
the soft air of fall
I look for red berries
of the southern holly
I look to winter frost
trees brittle and bare
the cold is a prelude
the gray dominates
I look for the signs
the words of seasons
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