of seasons
coming naturally into your arms,
your mouth,
your ears
that brings joy.
no longer is there sadness
as they end.
each to its own
way of being.
whether cold
or warm
the waves of each are welcomed
without
fanfare,
just an inner voice
of remembrance, stirred
again,
beginning in childhood
and taking
you forward
to an end.
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