Autumn is a sassy season
She flips her skirts over the trees —
They blush from what she reveals
Spring is shy and flushes coyly
With the promises of things to come —
The meadows respond with bounty
Summer is brazen with an in-your-face attitude
She flashes all lusty and torrid —
Everything burns beneath her passion
Winter is enchanting
Seeking out hidden places to caress with her icy fingers —
The land is blanketed under her alabaster beauty
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Jean Robinson is a poet who lives and writes in Sacramento, California.
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