
A story told in red and gold
of seasons change, increasing cold
through Autumn, life prepares its bed
for deep slumber through the dread
dark days of the waning sun
till Winter with her icy grip
and frosty flicking tongue that nips
at glistening nose, dark paws and claws
of those who venture out of doors
in search of food or just for fun

This is wonderful. Excellently penned 🙂
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