Fast Comes Winter
Autumn’s breath is now tasting cold
Its easterly winds the bones do scold.
A chill comes at night as the dark closes fast
And memories of summer fade into the past.
Calm was those days of long hot spells
With vibrant roses and the late harebells.
Grass that was burnt under burning heat
Now wait for the sun in silent entreat.
When winter comes fast with its snowy breath
And life is as stagnant as is reflected in death
Will the mirrored eyes last seen in skies of blue
Still touch your heart and smile at you?
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