Withering Seasons

Written by: Morgan Mise

The sun kissed glow of summer
Slowly melts away like plastic
In blazing fire
And autumns rotting beauty 
Holding dismal promise
Of nothing but desolate, cold 
That will surely come with 
Winters stinging sweet kiss
Devoid of life and colour
The seasons wither away
As the Reaper's shadow
Sweeps across the land

By Morgan Mise
Written February 4,2013