As the years go by,
the seasons may become a blur,
but late in the evenings of autumn,
you’ll hear the wind start to sigh.
Time feels as if it began to stir
as the harvest moon shines high in the sky.
The cold seeps into the ground
as word begins to go around
that winter is on its way.
The animals know it too,
as they huddle together, snug like a bug.
Burrowed deep into the ground like a potato,
rabbits hide from the warnings of winter.
Comments
"Time feels as if it began to stir" One of the most extraordinary lines i've read in a long time. Also, I feel like that is exactly what poetry is meant to do: wake time up.
Thank you!!!
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