comparisons

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nobody ever compared me
to a summer’s day
even though in my youth
some of June’s magic petals
must have alighted on my brow

now, seeing me decked out
in Fall’s gaudy colors
they cough up comparisons galore
using fruit and gold
in most ingenious ways

don’t bother, folks
Winter looms around the corner
with icy jewels
so brilliant so sharp
he’ll crown me his own crystal queen