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My reflections on one of my favorite seasons. |
| When depths of green give way to fire Which blazes all around, The first exquisite breath of frost Bedecks the fiery ground. When hours of sun begin to shrink And are in heat less bold, The cooling hours of moonlight grow Each than the last more cold. When icy tendrils stroke the earth, Then every living thing Lies 'neath the gray of winter skies And gentle cool of spring. When those who wilt in summer's heat Are granted sweet relief, Then those who shrink from winter's cold Know their respite is brief. When Nature's frailer minions die, Cut down by bitter winds, The rest of Nature starts to live; Thus, life begins and ends. |