Four Seasons of a Poem

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Wrote a poem
Didn’t make sense
Tore it up
Threw it into the air
Words fell to the ground,
like autumn leaves
Magnificent colors,
masking decay
A mosaic of words
Composted meaning
Fertile soil,
for seeds of imagination
Winter’s words lay dormant
Germinating in the springtime
Growing in the summer
Autumn harvest
The poem returns,
upon itself.

Patsy 2017