My first taste of spring
My last dance of fall
The winters cold ring
Summers hot call
The pollen-thick clouds
The heartbeat of leaves
The hoop of cold wind
The hot, breathy hug
A flower goes sour
A pumpkin melts
An exclusion of light
A beginning of endings
Of spring
It’s sprung
Of fall
It falls
Of winter
It wakes
by Ione S.