Poetry

Seasons

your hand in mine
and a million miles
of sand and waves and sky
swirl around your smile.

the smell of autumn
with roasted coffee beans
and smoky haze swelling
through gold-crimson trees.

sticky, cinnamon rolls
warmed near our hearth
while our ice-chipped boots
bite the snow and earth.

naked branches blossom
in rosy pink and white
we dance down the sidewalk
and all the world is bright.

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