Spring Showers
Rain on the petal / Such glorious abundance / Rich colors and mists.
Summer Bonfires
A ghost in the dark / Flickering violent light / Smoke tickles my nose.
Autumn Forests
Damp earth underfoot / Fallen leaves, fading, dying / Sweetest petrichor.
Winter Winds
Wind screams through the eaves / Outside the window, snow drifts / Inside, warmth and light.
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Rowan Vetere
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