Dying Seasons

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Touch the winter snow, pique autumn's final shower.

Submitted: November 21, 2018

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Submitted: November 21, 2018

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Touch the winter snow;

Soft, gentle

Collapse the undying chill.

 

Pique autumn’s final shower;

Hard and fast

Fall within its melancholy colour.

 

The bees hide in their hive,

while the flies die away;

Eggs lain and wait,

in Spring’s coolness they’ll hatch

 

Feet print upon the snow,

empty souls wander;

The crunch of leaves rings through the forest,

ghosts that no one knows

 

Collapse into the winter snow;

It will bury you,

Soft and gentle

Touch the undying chill.

 

Fall within autumn’s final shower;

It will drown you,

Hard, fast

Pique its melancholy colour.


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