Autumn's Death Returns
The winter's season is rapidly on it's way. You can feel it at you when the wind blows. Cooler, frosty mornings have arrived here and the sun is much slower to rise. Bright, lazy sunsets end the days much earlier and dark clouds cross over the blue skies. Green grass had covered the lawns just yesterday. Today the brown blades of death take its place. What was fresh morning dew has become cold bitter frost and the sweet nectar of the flower is now without taste. Mother Earth, your beauty is dwindling quickly, but your virginity will return to you soon as will that big snowy blanket that covers your loss, for you will but sleep once more till the spring's sweet bloom. 11/81 |