Winterfall

Low gold bars and black bark,

Shape the afternoon Winter walk,

As dogs gambol after a ball,

Ahead of the aged and croaky talk.

The watery yellow sun bleaches,

The vast ocean blue sky,

As jet white streaks overhead,

Ripple and sail on by.

The trees are nude and flayed,

Stripped by the wicked cold,

Watching over school yards,

Dotted with parents young and old.

Lonely leaves tumble and flake,

Desperate to escape the end,

Stomped, crushed, and cracked,

By a kid chasing a giddy friend.

The evening is always early,

And stays like a welcomed guest,

Politely keeping the chill outside,

As the warmth lulls you to rest.

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