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By @astrid_hartman

Throne of Seasons

The flowers

P u s h e d

Through the hard earth,

Searching earnestly for the warm sun

The warm winds of Spring 

Ran her hands through the tree branches,

Tiny buds beginning to bloom at her touch

Winter seethed in the heavens,

Glaring down as Spring undid

Everything she had worked so hard to complete,

Melting everything she had created.

Not this year.

She hurled


To the earth,

Her dress 

Fanning out around her,

Leaving a trail of snow and cold

In her wake

The flowers 


The trees buds froze.

Winter regained 

The throne of the seasons

Once again. 

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