No Hole, No Doughnut

Rains must fall for flora to bloom
The sun returns to lighten the gloom
Burdens of time rise and drop
All’s wound-up to never stop


Days grow longer, ends grow near
Nights shorter, lessens the fear
Til’ Autumn begins – bittersweet
Hues blossom to clutter the street


Kicked around by cold wet feet
Herded into piles, nice and neat
Replaced by snow, a one-time novelty
Reminded of months I’d rather not see


Then back to square one, worse for wear
Dreaming of sleep without the nightmare
Sorry to bore you with words dismal and glum
Yet these words only half of the pages sum


Blank spaces between remain for imagery to grow
Where brighter poetry’s written – tomorrow



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