Through All Seasons
Colorful is the gloaming of hues ,
As russet, peach, and orange infuse
The brushes of crystal fallen leaves;
While old maples sway in icy breeze
Till autumn ends with a frosted sigh--
Unpredictable as time ‘s goodbye.
Nature dares her one last valiant reel
Adorning winter its fine appeal;
Nights melancholy soon become crisp
Dew on moon imbues a gleeful wisp:
Pathos turns into a lightened shade
When the white of pristine tones cascade…
How life content drifts forevermore
Through all seasons , each a wondrous lore.
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John Hamilton's Eight word challenge-3 Contest
8/16/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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