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May 08, 2010
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winter's song,the edit
Just beyond the end of autumn
I hear cruel winter's call
and he arrives to slay the leaves
which,stubborn,clung through fall
The land once green and full of life
has now grown cold and sere
and harvest's colors once so rife
no longer are seen here
As white and silver cloak descends
to cover silent land
the air,once cool,turns frigid, clear
and quietens all at hand
Yet in this land grown cold and bleak
a subtle beauty lies
seen only by the few who seek
solitude 'neath cloudless skies
For here and there for those who look
in sheltered cove,near quiet brook
the brilliant reds of bird and berry
are often seen by those who tarry
Although life seems to now have fled
from hoary woods that seem so dead
the slower pulse of lives still beat
though stealthy now instead of fleet
This muted land so chill and bare
is still the home to fox and hare
and running ground to buck and doe
an outdoor stage for jay and crow
Although this season's cold and still
and death is all it seems to bring
if not for winter's silent chill
who'd care if ever there came spring?
I hear cruel winter's call
and he arrives to slay the leaves
which,stubborn,clung through fall
The land once green and full of life
has now grown cold and sere
and harvest's colors once so rife
no longer are seen here
As white and silver cloak descends
to cover silent land
the air,once cool,turns frigid, clear
and quietens all at hand
Yet in this land grown cold and bleak
a subtle beauty lies
seen only by the few who seek
solitude 'neath cloudless skies
For here and there for those who look
in sheltered cove,near quiet brook
the brilliant reds of bird and berry
are often seen by those who tarry
Although life seems to now have fled
from hoary woods that seem so dead
the slower pulse of lives still beat
though stealthy now instead of fleet
This muted land so chill and bare
is still the home to fox and hare
and running ground to buck and doe
an outdoor stage for jay and crow
Although this season's cold and still
and death is all it seems to bring
if not for winter's silent chill
who'd care if ever there came spring?
— scribbler, May 08, 2010
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scribbler
16 years 1 month ago
winter's song
xena465
16 years 1 month ago
Good one Scribbler
ngaioBeck
16 years 1 month ago
Winters
scribbler
16 years 1 month ago
winters song
hippiepoet69
16 years ago
Winter used to be fun
scribbler
16 years ago
winter
Candlewitch
15 years 11 months ago
Dear Scribbler
scribbler
15 years 11 months ago
winters song
Professor Purple
15 years 11 months ago
Another great one!
scribbler
15 years 11 months ago
winter