The Blossoms Have Gone

Autumn comes
on a gentle wind.

The blossoms
have gone, to return

The leaves are drying,
ready to fall.

Their tree is trying
to survive it all.

The Winter Queen will call,

her whisper low,
to her daughter,
Autumn, she blows
the gentle breeze
to remind her that
it’s time to go.

The Four Ladies,
each season,
make their pact,
each believing
that Summer will
never again stoop
to her treasons
and leave the earth
beyond reason.

©️ CG Tenpenny, 2018.

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