Hallows Eve to Candlemas,
the sun now turning south,alas;
November sombre,December dark,
January,February cold and stark.
Catkins litter the forest floor,
beeches shed their leaves galore.
Gales melange the mix,as decay brings
nature's bionomics.
Hexagon pointed stars move and shift ,
into a patterned powdered drifts.
Rain filled days of slush and muck,
webs on shards of gossamer
stuck.
Twilight months in winter shade
until the...
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