Raw: Winter Comes…

Shadows of the trees and nights
grow longer over the land
Rock and earth give up
their hoarded summer heat;
Winds like weapons
whip the leaves aloft
to send them sailing
in their final glory
until cold moans through
the winter forest
unimpeded;
In heartwood deep
the coming summer sleeps.

Sept 2011

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