Seasonal
When earths abundant harvest, nature displays.
Then farmers will face, ever shortening days.
As wet days of summer, change to shivering chills.
Swirling light snow, veils those far distant hills.
With white hoar frost silvering, autumns dead leaves.
And long icy fingers,crystallizing on eaves.
9/ 24/ 2015.
Copyright © George Seal | Year Posted 2015
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