Winters Edge

by Chris Spangler   Nov 24, 2004


Summers death brings autumns rejuvenation, leaves crisp and full of spectrum.

Winter air ills the tall oaks, fallen leaves throw my path.

Who am i to question nature? The cycle of life goes on.

Im lost within this forest, winter takes my soul. Spring will give me breath again.

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