Author: Richard M. Thompson PM
...Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 79 - Published: 01-10-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2762431
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When Winter came they
Had grown to love her.
Every passing day
The bloody leaves squinted and
Fell back to the soil.
They slept through the journey of the soul.
When it finally came back
The day had rolled away
Dead, like a memory.
A stone wind flew through the grass
Through the lungs, through the trees
Without a word, it clambered up the walls.
And here, silent
Through the red glass
They are dreaming Autumn.