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They swirl in threes
like the buzzing of bees
From the colored trees
Down
Down
Down
They blew around
to the ground
The beginning was steeped in snowy feeling.
The end was nearing set ablaze by a mind's
curious haze.
As I reach for Spring's maize I fall
upon Autum's days so I stop to give
thanks.
Colors fade
Green drained into Red
Red slowly fading to brown
Brown falling to the cold ground
Left bear
Slowly life fade away
No, not dying just slowing down
Slowing to sleep
Your heart is like winter
cold at first
but delicate at touch like snow
your winter like heart has touched mine
Your soul is like fall
soft and warm mixing for a color
Your heart is like winter
cold at first
but delicate at touch like snow
your winter like heart has touched mine
Your soul is like fall
soft and warm mixing for a color
Hearing the Seasons
By: Hannah Beasley
Winter:
Winter sounds of soft touches,
The light crunch when you step through snow,
keep your lies, where they shall stay
keep them engraved
while every time you leave i neigh
lies somehow kept you warmed
and somehow left me an ice sculpture for you to break
Snow to sleet, and sleet to snow
Trudging softly to and fro.
Waiting for the golden glare
Always hidden, never there.
Sweetly “singing in the rain”
Quite a lie, to my disdain.
