Seasons

All is fair,
Then all is foul.
Give me a second,
And give me an hour.
Through October winds
And April showers,
Evil repents,
Good turns sour.

Do as you wish,
Do what you must,
Search for wisdom,
And beauty, and lust.
But nothing stops
And nothing remains
Through October breeze
And April rain.


Copyright Celeste Cote

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