breathe in,
summer’s fragrance.
recollect,
winter’s melody.
come autumn,
yearn for
heat or cold.
never
the brisk
blow.
green leaves
change pink,
yellow,
and orange.
falling hopelessly
blanketing
nature’s floor.
scarfed necks
and hatted heads
defeat the breeze.
scattered pine cones
retrace melancholy
thoughts
as the
wind dances to
an art-full
rhythm
hold
onto autumn’s
memories.
keep
summer’s
comfort
and winter’s
bitterness
in the past.