365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Two

there is green
and yellow in the air.
feeling no longer
the way to tell the season.

it is cool again.

Fall was only
a pithy dream of orange.
The white of Winter
could not stay the course.

snowpants were wasted.

all seasons bleed
into their neighbors
and Summer is coming.
a wet blast.

save us from the sauna global warming.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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