White king

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Green summer slain
The icy tread of winter
In the ascendent
A dying time beginning
Holding the hope of rebirth

Autumn is in the air. The sun rises through a misty veil and the trees weep withered tears.  The child in me recalls the old tale of the kings who contend as the seasons turn. The battle must be true, yet the victor is always known. All things have their season.

This time, it is the turn of the White King of Winter to defeat the Green King of Summer. The land mourns her vanquished verdant lord before wedding the White King. She spreads a pall of jewelled gold across his face.  Beneath her shadowed heart, new life begins to grow.

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