WINTER'S LAIR
A subtle breeze hints gently to remember
It’s nothing personal it’s just September
Basking in the fresh of cooling air
She takes the stage on cue it is her way
Reminding you to cherish every day
For soon their edge may be so much less fair
Yet, do we praise the beauty of her realm
Succumb to cooling winds, concede the helm
Set sail upon the beauty of her prayer
For there is promise in her shifting tide
A hope now taking root that will abide
Yet sail into the dark of Winter’s lair
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