Autumn To Winter
Come October
He strokes away the greens
To touch mosaic
Upon, the now of autumn trees
November next
And amidst set breeze
Leaves of paint chips scatter
And from on high, let a harrowing slip sneeze
Lastly to December
Branches, canvas bare
When He's decided...
To shake away the dandruff, from right out of His hair
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011
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