Footprints Of The Season

Those flaxen days are but

Footprints of summer, when

Making hay declared to be

Bundled,

So too; grass maintains its

Quaint meadows that have

No quarrel in green pastures

Where wild flowers grow.

Dandilions flirt with daisies

In golden rays...uncultivated

Flowery race is on, who will

Survive?

Time does not percieve these

Cherished moments, only

Fate of weather's in charge,

When advancing through

Changing seasons.

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