Now summer’s leaden blanket lies shredded
Extended shadows spread their creeping chill
Excoriated earth parched and weathered
Cloaked in misty pall, unheralded, still.
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Branches once clothed in luscious feath’ry green
Now curl in withered spindly self-pity
Silent fragility, the new crowned queen
Barren and stark her own kind of pretty.
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Then studded across this landscape of brown
Jewels and gems are witnessed to flourish
Orange and red, the bright hues of sundown
The soul with their vibrancy to nourish.
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This bare season’s beauty, joy to the heart
Winter’s sweet flow’ring the hope for restart.
