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Winter Winds
Summer runs, when Winter muscles in
And shoulders Autumn’s modesty aside,
To clothe the pavement with his pap’ry skin
Of frozen leaves and promise that has died.
Autumn cringes, craven, at the clutch
Of Winter’s blust’ry gales and icy blast.
She shrinks and shudders at his bitter touch
And hides in dread until his time has passed.
Winter wins, when wanton tempests blow
And make the lush and blushing summer quail.
When timid Autumn cowers ‘neath the snow
And shrinks in wretched terror from the gale.
But, sunny Spring need only bide a while,
Then warmly wither Winter with her smile.
Four Seasons
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Rowell, Galen
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