Summertime Ways

Peace is Autumn
Death is Winter
Heaven is the Springtime
But Summer is the fruit of all ripening
The heat rising like auras from the blacktops
The childrens’ loud soiree
Life pacing itself faster and faster
Like an orgasm with feverish bolts of activity
Only to settle down in the wake of Autumn
And know once again the contentment of peace.


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