Arrias and His Muse: Winter Comes
Birch and Pine and Maple,
A stand a broad oak trees,
Northern forest, hardwoods and soft,
And a cold, hard winter breeze.
The leaves are falling to the ground,
Snow now on the mountain tops,
Hear the rustle in the wood,
As each leaf through the branches drops.
All prepare for winter,
Working hard all through the day,
Squirrels gather, birds fly south,
The deer now dull and gray.
A light dusting of snow turns to cold, cold rain,
Icicles hang from the eaves,
The wood more dour and more gray,
Wet and slippery are the leaves.
The birds all seem to disappear,
Staying warm more important than crumbs,
They huddle together among the pines,
The breeze whispers “Winter comes.”
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November 4, 2024
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