Autumn’s breath is now tasting cold
Its sharpened winds the bones do scold
Chill comes at night as the dark closes fast
And memories of summer fade into the past.
Calm dreams of days of long hot spells
With vibrant roses and the late harebells
Grass that was burnt by burning heat
That waited for rain in silent entreat.
When winter comes with snowy breath
And life is stagnant reflected in death
Mirrored in eyes in skies of blue
Can you touch them as they smile at you?
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