This white snow on last year’s lost leaves
Is like funnel cake underfoot.
Soggy, crunchy I tap dance to
A canopy of hemlock boughs.
Lichen is loyal to the stone
Embracing its cold companion.
Like green eyes resting on lovers
Holding hands at the Ferris wheel.
The carnival of my late spring
Is not a thing we should regret.
One beauty delays another,
And everyone is a winner.
Sweet poem. The imagery really made me create a scene of transitioning seasons in my head. I also like the Ferris wheel part, it made me go "aww."