Between

I like the middle seasons, the rising and falling.
As in a good novel or a good life,
that is where the excitement is.

Summer’s heat and brittle winter
are for avoidance and snuggling in,
protection from the extremes.

For me it is the in-between, when flowers bud
or leaves turn brilliant and fall to cushion the earth
and blanket it from the cold comforter of December.

For Sunday Stills “Leaves Have Fallen From the Trees” prompt.