Withering Seasons
The sun kissed glow of summer
Slowly melts away like plastic
In blazing fire
And autumns rotting beauty
encroaches
Holding dismal promise
Of nothing but desolate, cold
silence
That will surely come with
Winters stinging sweet kiss
Devoid of life and colour
The seasons wither away
As the Reaper's shadow
Sweeps across the land
By Morgan Mise
Written February 4,2013
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