Summer is slipping off to sleep
tucked up tight with her
colored quilt of leaves.
Often the dreams of silent
snow
will fill her head till spring,
when the buds begin to grow.
Then she will turn the sheets
and lay new linens out
for her winter sister's sleep.
Now the colder kin foresees
the bask of roses blooming
in the slow and sunny days.
And so they trade the bed again,
swapping sistered dreams,
and living coupled lives.
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