Song For the Season
In the subtle quiet rush
the trees and nature blend in a dismal hush,
chilled and silenced by the absence of the wind,
no messages to read or send.
Steely grays loom overhead
spring growth now consumed unfed
there in the background hiding in the brush
feathered creatures whistle softly thrush
as comes the seasonal winter song
holidays at rest, all said and done
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