As the trees began to bare,
The air was filled with cold, empty air.
The winter spirit was coming down,
With its face fixed in a mighty frown.
It disapproved the warmth and the bright,
It wanted to put them soon right.
But the autumn spirit was too powerful,
The winter spirit had to wait for the time.
Written by Stephano
Topics: Archive (2012-2019), Uncategorized