
the sunset pallor of a winter moon
is cast across the frigid lands,
where we step
from gentle autumn breezes
to the depths of boreal gloom.
she danced on jewelled leaves
in fading summer's glow
that lingers in fallen forests,
alive with dying light.
the seasons move without biding,
and soon all will be snow.




Well deserving of the gold! Congrats!




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