Tame

Tame

Tame was a word that did not fit

The changing of seasons did not befit

The delicate spring so fresh and clean

Subtle changes whispy unseen

Until summer emerged with clout

Leaving you with little doubt

Heat sun blue sky and more

Days sitting by the lakeshore

Winter’s first snow refreshing and new

Sometimes dramatic oh what a view

Nothing boring humdrum or docile

Every day bringing something novel

 

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