Seasons Pass
There is no snow just the quilt of leaves
Brown grass underneath cannot breathe
Magical trees now just twigs
Flowers once bloom drip death
Sun hides behind dark
Cold whips your skin
Seasons pass
Spring comes
Soon
©Holly P. Moore
January 2013
Copyright © Holly Moore | Year Posted 2013
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