A Season Passes
Winter came
As night stood still
Bringing with it
A bitter chill
Limbs stripped naked
Of summers soft green
By autumn winds
Strong and mean
In pale meadow grasses
Life does creep
Preparing for
A winter’s sleep.
Solstice moon rises
In a dark starry sky
As the final autumn day
Blows silently by.
Copyright © Thomas King | Year Posted 2014
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