A Season Passes

Winter came

As night stood still

Bringing with it

A bitter chill


Limbs stripped naked

Of summers soft green

By autumn winds

Strong and mean


In pale meadow grasses

Life does creep

Preparing for

A winter’s sleep.


Solstice moon rises

In a dark starry sky

As the final autumn day


Blows silently by

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