Welcome Winter

 The last leaf the tree holds on to 

The last sign of dear life 

Brown crisp and about to be lost, 

The bare barks in winter cry.

Roads laid down with fallen ones, 

Like a carpet all brown 

Making music under your feet; 

The last one twitches in the breeze.

A sudden gust of wind blows 

Teaching the tree to finally let go 

Of what was never his. 

Slow and delicate, the last sign of fall 

Welcomes winter with a free fall.

~ Suranya



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