heavily seasoned

had a little chat
with autumn,

bout how summer split
and took the
children,

sun died and winds
churned my
cauldron.

winter worries
looming blurries,
such roaring beauty
buried coastal
ivory

on breath, frosty
in the wing,

and spring, well
he’s the daintiest
new thing,

waking beliefs
and residential
griefs,

crooning blooms
from winter’s wounds
with ease,

autumn, well

she just grins
cozy at me and frees
feathers from
her tree
.