(WINTER CHILL)~Winter Come She Will©

Blow heavy winds blow,
from frigid skies above.
Taking with you seasons past as you go,
for being harsh is what you're made of.
The autumn leaf falls swiftly,
the summer sun has faded away.
There beneath lies the barren tree,
a message your icy breath shall convey.
A blanket of frost,
covers the naked grass.
The roses of spring have been lost,
and long to rise above at last.
Through their mournful cries,
i see a shimmering light.
For nothing of beauty really dies,
just goes to sleep too tired to fight!
To those of you not enduring bitter cold winters touche'
but for the rest of us spring will be along One Fine Day.
To everything there is a reason,
and a rhyme for every season!
Copyright ©2006~S@L~

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