These leaves of gold will burn
into winter the time will turn
When life returns to frost
the magic is all but lost
In its lovely, icy coat
it will keep the spirits afloat
When better tidings are long gone
and feelings of bliss are hard won
it'll freeze our hearts, still young
In spring we'll return, once strong
back to green valleys, where we belong
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
