Winter Sun is fast setting.

Winter Sun is fast setting. Golden rays past life are jetting. Colors fall red upon the ground. Blue skies burn crimson over endless ground of brown. Wind replaces Summers grace. Stinging cold sharpens hands and face. White lace descends the mountains reaching arms. Bringing sleep and peace to racing thoughts and alarms. Soon the silent white will all embrace And hold us till Spring's green re-trace The light and life behind our tired eyes. So that once again we lift our hope to the open skies. phz 11/2016

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