the trees are bare,
the leaves are dry
and the grass is browned.
everything is seemingly bereft of life
and all things crisp and brittle to the touch .
the sharp frigid wind blowing strong,
chilling all things in it's path.
winter is a pallid summer
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beautiful. nostalgic, and raw, chilly yet warm. :) x
ReplyDeleteAmazing such a beautiful poem... ♥
ReplyDeleteGrace xxx ♥ :)