Mother gave birth to me in the fall
in the midst of grieving trees and withering leaves.
Winter came home right after
accompanied by winds of solitude.
My earliest memories revolved around cold weather
yet I remember meeting with summer
before ever blowing my first candle.
I saw these same trees shimmer in full bloom.
I saw their branches clothed in vivid green.
Early on,
I learned not to shed a tear when autumn leaves
for I know that summer comes home through the shiver.
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