Season Change Poem by Rebecca Stansfield
Season Change
</>Season soon arrives,
this that there place of cold,
running through us like a knife that cuts,
getting the better of us.
Winter creeps around,
menacingly, bitterness,
and all that was a summer-love,
is frosting icing over.
Green and pinks into icicles,
as soon as they appear,
wait for them to melt,
and all that was a tragedy,
is never forgotten in the season change.
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