...and if Spring can thaw

such icy floes

I shall slit Winter's throat

and the red warmth of its

running blood

will heat your frozen heart

...should storm breeze

chill your skin

I shall strangle Spring dead

and the latent fire of its

final breath

will still your shivered soul

...when sweated nights

wash away dreams

I shall murder Summer slow

and its soft death-cry

a lullaby

will lull you into rest

...and should you somehow Fall

into season's change

I shall sculpture Autumn's glow

its icon a gleaming

yellow light

to lead you ever home

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