Pretext: I put this up for my mother, she loves this poem and I wanted to post it for her.
I look outside and I see Fall.
Fall is a beginning, for me.
Fall is the start to being smart.
But Fall’s heart is ended by the cold
mistress Winter.
Winter whose icy blanket shall melt into a
new thing or Spring.
Spring is the new thing.
But Spring isn’t a bummer because after
Spring is Summer.
Summer, the mistress of warmth.
Summer, whose warm days grow cooler and
turn to Fall.
Fall , the best season of all.
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