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Intermingled Seasons

Intermingled Seasons – an #improv #poem

Intermingled SeasonsLeftover leaves
Crunch softly underfoot
As I wander to the creekside.
The sunshine warms my face,
Amplifying what fleece had
Already done.
Buds beckon from nearby branches
But I fear they
Are destined to wither
In a predicted freeze.

All four seasons seem
Rolled into a confused
Ripple that waves goodbye,
Jettisons across the
Waterfall and into the
Downstream rapids.

~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
~ Copyright © 2016 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.

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