100 Words Wednesday 11-18-20u

Standing stalwart in the chill, as the cold black oversees

The red flamed leaves are still seen present on the trees

They refuse to acquiesce till northern winds abound

And when they’re blown away, we hear a mournful sound

Another autumn laid to rest, another season comes

Remaining flowers disappear as does the bees’ constant hum

As spring relented so must fiery autumn follow

Presenting all the trees so bare and looking hollow

The sadness of one season gone should not be looked upon as tragic

Because the starkness of the trees will soon be draped in snow white magic.

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