I wrote this one in December, so it doesn't quite reflect the current season. I have four other pieces that I've been wanting to post (some pretty different things), but none of them are ready yet, so here goes...
Walking Into Winter.
Walking into winter,
Holding the last breath of warmth,
For the flowers to bloom
In an artificial June.
It's Frosty the Snowman,
I'm a spraycan springtime.
The strongest of sprays
For the shortest of days.
Walking out of Autumn
With a coat that's too light,
But I'll be warm
Through those cold cottonstorms.
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