In summer, or fall, winter, or spring
That dusty road delivered no brass ring.
Nothing ever changed and in the twilight
There was no difference between day or night.
The green faded to a sunset so yellow
When winter came, the whites were mellow.
Spring beckoned: a path different, eternal, muted and refined
She was lifted from the sedentary because a stranger passed so kind.
© Marjorie J. Levine 2023
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