Larry Belt Poet Rhyme

Winter Comes

Shadows still, as Fall laments
Winter claims its prize
It happens slow, in increments
Death is in Fall's eyes

The things of nature begin to age
It happens every year
It's time for life to turn the page
And slowly disappear

Winter demands a final reward
Seeking to steal Fall's breath
Death will come, it's never ignored
This is the way of death

Memories last as long as they can
Of the things that used to be
Winter is Death and Fall is Man
And it comes for you and me

Winter takes the things we've done
And leaves behind the crumbs
No place to hide, no where to run
For Winter always comes

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Darlene De Beaulieu October 31, 2016 at 6:09 PM Whether we are born in winter or not it comes every year. It is healthy to have 4 seasons. Winter gets rid of all the germs. So we are healthier. Anyway I enjoyed your poem.

Ralph Taylor February 6, 2013 at 3:04 PM Sad but true! Come-on Spring! Ralph

Paul Butters January 28, 2013 at 9:34 AM Most profound Larry. Inevitable indeed. Good verse.