(I)
The cold begins to wane
& flowers wake from slumber
so new & alive
(II)
On a clear morning
A blade of grass battling heat
goes drowsy with sleep
(III)
Tea with the first drafts
& the town becomes vibrant
turning red with leaves
(IV)
Frost creeps in slowly
I am yearning for the day
when light meets darkness
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