Winter's Slow Dawn
As summer fades, leaves start to fall;
old memories, you won’t recall
get slowly taken by the worms.
It’s sometimes hard to come to terms
with winter leaving branches bare;
that buds once started growing there.
Your summer’s verdant blush of green
will evermore remain unseen
by multitudes of fruit you bore.
While slowly, hoarfrost chills your core.
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