Changing Seasons
Posted to Action Poetry
by Tabloid Footprints on 2001-04-25 09:07:00
Straight from the mouths of rainy places
Comes the stench of decay
The awful breath of dead leaves
That pushed out stale breeze
Wind carrying age
Falling winter through window gazes
Calling summer from melting mountains
While potent juices fill brown plants
And make the world green
It's spring on the line
