Spring bloomed over the Maiden’s breast,
kissing flowers down fecund skin.
Summer felt the Mother’s ripening heat,
between Full Moon frolicking and the dark of July.
Autumn met October wearing thigh-high boots
and a grin.
He drove into her warm gingerbread cottage…
their embrace quickening Halloween.
“Oh Winter,” moaned the Crone.
for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Words Count with Mama Zen)
for Magpie Tales 239
Autumn in Madeira, by Jacek Yerka