Winter.

Fall leaves fall,
The autumn foliage hue.
Shortened day lengthened night,
Withered weeds resonate for you.

Dry leaves sweep the ground,
A lonesome rustling sound.
The robins sing and I may smile,
A wreath of snow coming winter’s mile.

Winter’s mile chill winds coldly blow,
The leaves shiver on the boughs.
A spellbound falling flake of snow,
Reindeer flurries dancing low.

A secret message hidden,
A vale of grief pale grey darkened blue.
Crisp frosted tripping mornings,
Shortened days in misty hues.

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