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The Mediator

I spit across you
   into the eye of winter,
O' mediator 'twixt it, and summer.

Coy, and full of heraldry
       you are
with your fanfare stains of oranges
       and golds---

I shall not give up my flowers
       but will concede
on your temperatures.

I see winter there, licking its lips,
       one fang-tip exposed
in a salivating peep show.......waiting....

You always let that wolf in, coward !

Drop your leaves and run
       (like always)
leaving me standing on the shorelines
until the last breath of warmth
       sputters from your lungs.

I have my memories stored up
       like treasures
and I shall pluck my seeds
then plant them
       (where you can't see them )
before you are gone .

They'll bloom back before you will
       (traitor....)
Author's Note
Written for Robert's "Goodbye Summer, Hello Fall" comp
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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