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Jack frost

I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

Ice in the wind,

Leaves on the ground,

Death all around,

And it’s never been so beautiful.

Green turns to brown,

Colours fade away,

Flowers face the ground,

Bowing to the reaper.

Time slowing down,

Days ever shorter,

Warmth from a fire,

Still chilled to the bone.

Grey overshadows terra,

High above desolate peaks,

Naked ents all around,

Mother nature is bare.

The coldness of death

The warmth of fur

Shriveled flowers on the earth,

Darkness has come, winter is here!

© 2019 Wendy Engela

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