Flights of Fancy: Nature’s soliloquy… #Poetry

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The trees are all dying

The flowers have gone.

Golden leaves are lying

The winter has come.

Icy patterns on the window

Pixie faces on the glass.

Dead things in the garden

Lost tracks in the grass.

Dark gloom at the dawning

You hear a muffled sound.

Cold and white is the morning

Crystals formed on the ground.

Sharp and crisp is the air

White drifts all around.

The world is in mystery

Softness deadens the sound…

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