Autumn Poem

 
Trees turning now
Dry leaves falling
Listen, hear autumn calling
 
Then winter is also here
Holly green and berry red
Means this summer’s dead
 
Winter red in tooth and claw
Blood upon the virgin snow
The arrow flies from the bow
 
It’s time for us to depart
Cold sleet and bone ice chill
Seizes us and tries to kill
 
It’s time for us.

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