Ode to an Early Snow
Autumn's caught,
"Bereaving"...
Early snow
'at work':
Un-leaving.
Sodden scenes
Exhale,
Grow older.
Sorrows sown
By time,
Wax bolder.
Covered leaves,
Spread thick and hurried;
Winter whispers:
Wild, un-worried.
Is this cycle
One you mourn for?
('Tis the fate
All souls were
Born for).
written
by L.P.-G.
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