Dead of Season Winter-
Birds finding no homes
Because foliage they were given it's gone
It's death season
Winter space has given it to Grace
bearing down death emptiness the grounds barren
It's grown deserted and desolate
Makes it less not more
Those grey and browning trees
Standing dead Winter Winds and storms
Strip the branches and leaves this winter
mmm it's too cold admits the Frozen Breeze
And times like these there be a dead of season
1/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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