Not Ideal, yet Idyllic

For Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt, I have written this poem. I’m not sure if it counts as an idyll, but I did use a lot of imagery of nature, and it certainly counts as a paint-chip poem. ๐Ÿ™‚

Spring sees green, its freshness as a sprig of mint —
Enjoy it, whether in morning, at noon, or under the moon.
Walk in its beauty, this rebirthing season.

Reason demands that summer comes, relaxing,
Yet in the heat thirsty for some cold, clean water.

Fall sees a scarecrow with crazy hair of hay,
Colored like saffron in the coming sunset:

“Forget me not,” says each bygone day;
Let winter come, for each one has its moment.

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