-------Seasons-------
An autumn rose
placed her seeds
upon my chest,
where Winter took them
like memories
into the earth,
to sprout again come
Spring.
And leaves to
rise
to
shade
the herbs below,
when the light is
right in Summer.
Fruit
and Fall
again
the seeds;
the righteous seeds,
of a never
dying
love.
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