Soon winter brings a fricative snore
to chill the air just as before
A timely desertion by the heat
reluctance in its warm retreat
the trees and plants will wither and dry
discard their leaves, appear to die
embracing the bite of icy wind
while waiting for the freeze to end
the cold is not so frightful to feel
to feel at all is quite a deal
if not for continuance of the sun
the life on hold would not return
Sunday, October 9, 2016
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