Winters Dream
Reflections of thought of future past
Picture of life in summer
Cold and damp I call you black
Thoughts of summer give black a blast
Black fades to blue and green
Buzzing sounds and bird songs
Smells of sausage fill the air
Black you are so crawl and mean
Blue and green I crave your return
Buds are showing great hope
Cycles of life we cannot stop
Black your vital I must learn.
Copyright © John Scotter | Year Posted 2018
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