A beautiful young man wrote this and with his permission, I am posting it here.
Autumn is over
A cold winter voice speaks soft
Seeds lie sleeping low.
In the morning chill
Snow starts slowly falling down
On the winter ground.
Tangled in the snow
Autumn flowers lie dying
Like discarded dreams.
As the night grows dark
Through grooves in the thick cold ice
Moonlight finds its way.
The fires are all lit
Chimney are all smoking now
WINTER has arrived.
– by E
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Very nice. Thanks for sharing.
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