Charles Allan Floyd
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leaves fade and bleed as fall approaches.
the leaves are dying.
soon all white,
a sea of white,
a blanket of white,
little footsteps drown as the snow continues.
houses seem to shiver as cold nights grow deeper
god i love it so...
for my soul is winter
my blood runs cold
though i was born in midst in summer
my heart longs for winter.