Seasons

and as May dies, with it in kind
so turn my springtime states of mind
to summer’s birth and shining youth
that gold sojourn ’til autumn’s truth
when once more each thought must face
the inevitable winter’s chase
that bitter cold reality
December waits for you and me.

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