Cold front's chill embraceWet as an old wool blanket
Ash gives up the ghost
Winter's first cold kiss
Saps Autumn's richest colors
Counting days 'til Spring
Ash gives up the ghost
Winter's first cold kissSaps Autumn's richest colors
Counting days 'til Spring
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Your poetry made me think of this favorite William Carlos Williams one, it has a sort of hopeful feeling about fall, anticipating winter, but awaiting spring.
Winter Trees
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
Caroline in South Dakota
That's lovely, Caroline.
Thanks!
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