Akinwale Peace
Etheree 1
Here Comes Winter.
.
The
twigs are
buried now_
Summer rustles
are clad on the soil
the rumbling winds billows
and all got carted away
like snows from the eye of the sky
and first dew of the morning sunrise.
Alas, the do is done and gone a past.
Hail Winter oh Summer, here it does come
with drops falling as kneady mortar
with long cluster of small needles
How sad the cold doth soothe me?
Here flames the wreath of cloud
White kneels, art drawn hands
ready hand palms
for misty
snowy
drops.
.
"words from the innocent mind"
Philip Peace
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