Welcome to Seasons Poetry


Shall I stay,
to harvest autumn thoughts
for winter’s moonless nights.

I might find,
after withering of leaves
only dawns’ desolated skies.

Shall I leave,
together with the summer wind
when wild geese will be calling.

I might find,
upon return of spring
I have left too soon.


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