Seasons Poem by Maor Lain
Seasons
Arose to the sun
Mingling with windows
Nourishing few petals,
Morning dew awaiting.
Amid the seasoned table
Sprang spring in laughter,
Can’t delay so delight.
As later entered summer
Bathed body
Today, labor day, always.
There comes fall
Aware of the tabled,
Sought making misty ordeals
About everything.
A solstice followed
As there was no ‘morrow
Cooled things down a bit
Sleep was sought not found.
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