Seasons don’t take turns;
in the South,
as one, all merge
as if to purge
preconceived notions.
Harmony is the bloom
in autumn,
the colors the frost will kiss,
the sound of the ocean
never frozen.
Peace still
exists.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Adding Autumn
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Laura Denise 
Ah, yes! This I understand. Beautiful!
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