See How They Run
see how they run
summer come and gone
see how they run
frost, its icy fingers
touched our lands this morning
light crept sluggishly
from behind the horizon
to do battle for prominence
here above my cottage.
the white-cold face of winter
smiled surreptitiously
arrogant in knowing
that his power made all life run
before him as sheep,
stalked by the white wolf.
see how they run!
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