Never explain - your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway. - Elbert Hubbard

Winter Again


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October fruit ripened to the core fishes dream of new waters Autumn's chill opened the world to the days of yore. Of shadows and suns the remnant is polished in stones where new hopes may grow like grass. In times like these, I think of you and daydream in flowers Winter! your poetry is written in the shivering stars, and their cuddling Mother. The sky is against the earth, blanketing as I wait for snowflakes on my panes. I touch your icy skin and inhale your essence. In your wake, butterflies are born from dying autumn leaves, dazzle, and vanish into space. Winter! come in cold feet, and give us the chill of awakening.



© miraj
2020-12-03

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