Winters’ Draw

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Winter’s Draw

‘Tis here, long gone now is the suns’ heated warming,
For wintry cold breath is present in the mornings,

Shivering is but a sensation of the here and now,
Not for months, will we again wipe our sweated brows,

Free of summers’ glistening hard earned stain,
Now we have to suffer the brittle frosty pains,

Of cold winds and freezing damp bitterness,
Interrupted only briefly by the winters’ sunny caress,

Blistering frozen rains falling each and every day,
Upon once hardened fields that gladly gave up their hay,

Barren wastelands we will now easily become,
Dying colours fading away from the summer long gone,

Over casting miserably grey skies constant within our views,
Replacing the laziness of the easier summer hues,

A stark nakedness of our lands, now feeling the wrath,
Of natures’ cruelly freezing winters’ drawing path!

© Rory Matier 2016

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