Nature Around Us

As the sun slips lower in the horizon

Its golden fingers do not

warm the landscape.

All the vibrant fall colors

have faded and fallen from the trees.

Blanketing the cold hard earth.

The North wing’s icy breath

flows across the land,

covering all in a wintry white.

Sparkles from the luminescence

of the winter moon.

Twinkle, like fallen stars.

Till again the sun’s rays

reach to awaken

the colors,

in the spring.

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