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Winter -John J. Coughlin, November 24, 1999 Autumn winds are dying As winter rears its head. Soon the land will sleep again In the silence of the dead. The gray sky seems a blanket. The golden trees now bare; Their branches reach out to the sky To grasp the misty air. Dark browns replace the orange And grays replace the blue Soon snow will change this landscape As the spiral dance holds true. The silence will be welcomed By a solitary crow. An eerie song of mystery That few will ever know. For winter keeps its secrets, The ones not hard to hide. The answers all around us, But the question sleeps inside.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 11:39:26 +0000

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