Winter is wrenching the summer from the trees
Blood red leaves spatter on the ground
Summer’s life-force spent
Brown leaves already fallen, drained of colour
Run ahead of the winter wind
Eager for rebirth
Against the grey, sobbing sky stretch
The skeletal fingers of the branches
Clutching at the scudding clouds
Which fall and tumble over the mountain
Summer committing suicide
Plunging into the abyss
Daylight is devoured by darkness
Cold and threatening, once familiar
Shapes lie in wait
On winter’s fringe, ready to pounce
The devil stalks the winter wind
His whisper in the trees
The swallows swoop and rise
Ready to follow summer’s retreat
This land left behind
Held ransom to the misery of winter
Splinters of rain assault the landscape
Water oozes from the wounds
The sullen sea throws itself shore-wards
Gunmetal grey threatens those
Risking her wrath
The sky, bleached of colour, fights off
Legions of tall and angry clouds
The storm winds bear accusations
Carried from
Bitterness in ice
Hurled at
Optimism driven deep underground
By summer’s loss
Clouds writhe and cringe lashed by winter
Pursued until, caught against the cliffs,
They try escape as rain
Waterfalls gushing from the mountain’s side
Plunge hundreds of heady metres
To their death
Summer’s oppressor lords the skies
The ominous clouds hurl lightning bolts
The sun cowed, flees
He’ll not hold sway in this domain yet awhile
Casualties of battle, leaves lie rotting on the ground
Nature’s sacrifice to winter.
Water relentlessly drowns the fields
Snow smothers the distant mountains
Life in hibernation
Waits patiently for the dawn of spring
Brief harbinger of summer’s wealth
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