Autumn married Spring in the midst of her winter,
The worn smile warmed while bright eyes dimmed,
Laughter birthed while sorrow brimmed,
The gift of beginning set itself amid so much ending,
And though to him the song was so familiar,
He could not pass on his native trusting in slumber
To return the gift of another rising.
So, marital waltz thrummed for her a dirge,
Shadows deepened and night surged.
Breeze, whisper in well-grooved hands,
Harbor no more on her once-lit shores.
Autumn casts his ballot upon stone floor,
Asks, “King of Tides, unveil Summer once more.”
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