Cycles

As autumn arrives
To settle its soul
Only short months
Before winter’s troll
I feel the decay
In each falling leaf
It’s taken from summer
The season a thief
I’ll soon don a coat
And wear winter’s grief
Read letters I wrote
While summer was brief
I’ll pine for the sun
And cry in the snow
Until winter is done
The season a foe
These cycles are spun
We shed as we grow
It can’t be undone
Each season a show

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