Fantasies and fairytales
ride wisps of wind on frosted sails
Gathering on limbs and windowsills
welcoming icy, winter chills
Farewell kisses to autumn eves
a hint of frostbite in the breeze
Remnants of fall, with fallen leaves
as slumber comes for undraped trees
Golden and red specks take a peek
of the icy realm, from underneath
The thin milky layer blanketing earth
the season of her afterbirth
Bringing to life, a frosty glow
a frozen numb before the snow
Preparing nature's seeds to grow
and mysteries she has, unknown
A gentle walk into the seasons
one to another, with pure cohesion
Without a precious moment lost
the slumber comes with winters frost
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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This was soooo wonderful! You always write so beautifully!
Loved this Kelli. It flows back and froth like the change you describe. Great job.
Just simply beautiful way to describe the coming season and all that comes with it. Good work.
Delightful and elegant. "Afterbirth" is a perfect metaphor. It all flows/reads with a mysterious wholesomeness. True romance in this. ❤️
What a beautifully written ode to a wondrous season.
My favorite lines are the last two: "Without a precious moment lost the slumber comes with winters frost" There are times the desire to sink into that cold and sleep is so strong... well. You explained the beauty perfectly.
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