The blood tinged red of Autumn
Fading to a cold blue
As he Stumbles to his knees
The bleeding leaves fluttering
In the cold hand of Winter
Her body already gaunt
Stretched in anticipation of lean times
Plucking the last few leaves
From the grasp of Autumn
Unseen unbidden unwelcome
Yet the bodies of the seasons ebb and flow
Coupling briefly at the borders of their domains
While down down below
The little people shiver
In their hearts the fire of Spring smoulders
And Summer's full bosom beckons
In the far distance a beacon
To be heralded in due course
By the whisper of trumpet
Carried on a soft sensual wind
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Inspiration from this image of same title by Martin Murphy, used with permission, thanks Martin :-)
https://artsforge.com/martin/autflirts.html
