A Season Passes

Winter came

As night stood still

Bringing with it

A bitter chill

 

Limbs stripped naked

Of summers soft green

By autumn winds

Strong and mean

 

In pale meadow grasses

Life does creep

Preparing for

A winter’s sleep.

 

Solstice moon rises

In a dark starry sky

As the final autumn day

Blows silently by.

Reviews

[Lorry]

A wonderful distraction of the seasons passing into barren from beauty, which leaves me with the thought, "does the viewer also change with the seasons?" I think we do. Great write.