
I wrote this poem inspired by the quotes from two writers that I admire.
Following Santayana's quote, I wrote of all the seasons except spring...

Nelson D Reyes
over 4 yearsTrue, the Sun, the life giver, the pigment source of the planet earth's seasonal canvas of spectacular color wheel gives us a second spring color but I must say in a subdued way like whispering to us that something is coming our way
once the trees begin to bare, preparing us like you said for a drastic change.
Santayana's "...hopelessly in love with spring..." begs an eye roll of sort.
One can not help but be "hopelessly in love with spring" after winter, especially after a long and or a brutal winter having wreaked havoc and death in some parts of nature. And then comes spring that literally "springs" our spirit up through the early winter wonderful time. Camus is right on, we have two springs to be hopelessly in love with sandwiching a youthful beach season at that. That indeed is a cornucopia of seasons we're lucky the Sun is providing us.
The poem is framed beautifully. One more for the ages. Loved it. And yes, the dying leaf has seen another Sun!
Delilah
over 4 yearsThis is Wonderful! Autumn is my favorite season and the way you captured its beauty is..just.. lovely! i love the lines "Autumn! Beautiful season when leaves blossom
From rich green, they turn buttery yellow,
Amber orange, burgundy red; scarlet and crimson,
Purple and magenta; colors of the rainbow…"