Seasons That Don'T Exist
It is cold in the Winters woods
As I walk through a land,
Brown bark, green branches and white snow
Silver scars on my hand.
I have seen the grave of Autumn
I have heard Spring's last cry,
I have found the blood of Summer
The day she came to die.
Now I walk through the Winter's woods
Treading on ground of graves,
I have forgotten all that died
All killed by winter's waves.
Colour never was but silver
Snow clad brown trees with green,
The sun never shone on this land
A blossom was never seen.
Myths and mysteries they became
Winds with an Autumns twist,
Spring's perfection, summer's daylight
Seasons that don't exist.
Copyright © Rauwolfia Ra | Year Posted 2010
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