THE END OF SEASONS

As Autumn starts to fall
a chill returns to stay.
The wind comes out to play,
you hear her howl to call
to creatures great and small,
farewell to Summer’s days.

A pall surrounds the night,
the shroud of darkness, black
as shadows that attack
and cover all in sight.
Quite soon the bitter bite
of Winter will come back.

The end of seasons come.
It draws us close to home.

Copyright © 2014 Walter J Wojtanik

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