Sumer was a flower,
so tender;

left behind from spring;

the autumn made it all
surrender;

like a momentary note,
as a robin starts to sing.

The wind blew snow
from hill to hill;

the sheep sought shelter
from the chill.

and all the while,
the pale moon rose,

and winter watched,
as the whole world froze.

Breno©

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