Tints of Time, Seasonal Options

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Tints of Time   ( recent revision)

The fading veils of nature sway
from verdant tints to rusty hues;
old Summer’s samba dies away
while Autumn twirls in ballet shoes.


Her rustling russet skirts, aswirl,
combine with vivid tangerine;
bright crimson belts of berries curl  
like scarlet sequins in between.
Where topaz tumbles, jade then fades
to bronze and copper, 'til next year.
As cooling breezes murmur, shades
of autumn slowly disappear.


Her beauty dims -- she softly casts
each crinkled veil to clothe the ground.  
A crunchy carpet spread, contrasts
with soil that scarcely yields a sound.
The dance continues `til she’s bare,
her outline stark against the skies;
without the warmth of clothes to wear,
the Winter’s winds will chill her thighs.


A sable body’s proudly posed;
as feet stand firm against the storm.
Her waving arms remain exposed
`til Spring’s embrace shall make her warm.


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The faded veils of time now sway
from verdant tints to rusty hues,
as Summer’s samba dies away
and Autumn twirls in ballet shoes.

Her rustling russet skirts aswirl
to merge with vivid tangerine,
as crimson belts of berries curl
like scarlet sequins in between.

Where topaz tumbles, jade now fades
away to amber, 'til the spring.
When gentle breezes whisper, shades
of Autumn beauty softly sing.

As music dies, she slowly casts
each crinkled veil to earthy ground.
A crunchy carpet now contrasts
with soil that scarcely yields a sound.

The dance continues 'til she’s bare,
her outline stark against clear skies.
No warming garments now to wear,
so Winter's winds will chill her thighs.

Her sable body proudly posed
while feet stand firm against the storm
Her outstretched arms are now exposed
till Spring returns to keep her warm.




Tints of Time  ( original)


The faded veils of  time now sway
from verdant tints to rusty hues
as summer’s samba dies away
and autumn twirls in ballet shoes

Her rustling russet skirts will swirl
to merge with vivid tangerine,
while crimson belts of berries curl
like scarlet sequins in between.

As topaz tumbles, jade then fades
away to amber, till the spring.
The softest breezes blow thro’ shades
of beauty and begin to sing.

As music fades, she slowly casts
each crinkled veil to earthy ground.
A cluttered carpet now contrasts
against the softened soil around.

The dance continues till she’s bare,
her outline stark against clear skies.
No gorgeous garments will she wear,
so wintry winds will chill her thighs.

Her sable body poses proud,
while feet stand firm against the storm;
her arms outstretched towards cool cloud,
till Spring returns to keep her warm.