SEASON
the air breathes in their flavor,
the sun eclipsed in slumber;
my eyes now taking labor
to feel the blood of summer,
the taste too bright to savor.
To witness grazing razor
of beauty�s feast on leisure!
The peak of summer�s seizure
the birth of autumn�s favor,
the brink of winter�s features
cut pale the reigning splendor!
Then season swallows season;
all weary skins are pastured.
The life of death the reason
to live beneath the orchard.
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