Seasons Of Change Poem by T.A. Rosenbaum

Seasons Of Change



The frozen, naked hills
Reflecting, in all things, numberless, frozen seasons
A counter song of warm, joyful mornings
Which give the gifts with no reasons
Dew and downy covered rills
All moments but these
Are dying
Or being reborn.

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