Grand Winter Time
On the turning wheel of time seasons come and go,
I feel the typical touch by their fleeting footprints
they make passing by my life, a receptive meadow,
because in their attribute they’re so very distinct,
on nature’s canvas their unique images they print.
I now see the burnt smoky sky getting slowly clear,
in the expanse of cold calmness clumps of clouds roll.
In frozen dawns I feel the chilly touch of the still air
that braces the bushes hearing the winter’s arctic call
to shape a new landscape with barren trees of the fall.
The winter has came riding the sun’s mellow chariot,
laying frost on auburn pastures of autumn wasteland,
brought us the much awaited holidays to enjoy a lot
in the sparkling festivity of the Christmas time grand,
as the children wait to get the gifts from Santa’s hand.
December 17, 2021
Contest : Winter Quintain
Sponsor : Francine Roberts
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