autumn transmutes fire
weaving rusty-hued brocades
warming weary souls
•♾•
winter spins water
into playgrounds of iced joy
quenching parched spirits
•♾•
spring imbues lush air
with the fragrance of promise
energizing hearts
•♾•
still it is summer's
gracious rays that reveal why
we were brought to earth
About the Creator
CJ Miller
Author • Dog mom • Castaway
"Think of this: that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other."
- A.S. Byatt
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