See? Sun…

leaves

autumn leaves,

and winter fell

. . .

washing the world in white

again,

a stark contrast

to moonless sky,

in’verse landscape

in which I sensed

spring

–before others—

nascent

–not dormant–

and pending,

summer

wind.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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