Seasons

by adroit   Apr 19, 2009


Winter like a swear word
cold and harsh
more fun to say than hear

summer like a vivid dream
overwhelming and vibrant
almost too much of a good thing

spring like a sunrise
colorful and slow
suddenly too bright to behold

fall like a scary movie
creeping music in the background
all of the main characters dying off

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