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Lady Winter

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Kimmy-of-the-Darkk

Published: Jul 9, 2010

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The earth was quiet
Solemn

Her hopeful greens
Replaced by gaudy scarlet

All brown now
Brown and tan
Soot and fawn

The sky white
The forests bare

Spiderweb branches
Fading to gray
Soft and sleepy

Against the warm snowy sky
Only man dares disturb
Her silence

For it is Her time
Her power

We sing to thee,
Lady Winter

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Part one in my collection of poems titled, A Plethora of Winter.

Inspired by the East Coast, all dressed for winter.

Mine. Not yours. Questions, comments, constructive criticism, all are welcome!

Copywrited entirely to me, Kimmy-of-the-Darkk.