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
In heartwood deep
the coming summer sleeps.

Sept 2011

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