In the stillness she stands alone
Waiting through the passing season
Her colors have fallen to the ground
The moment is a golden one
Yet it is but a whisper in time
And is over far too soon
Inevitably winter will descend
Long and dark the nights
Days cold and slowly drifting
Until spring’s eventual embrace
Arrives like the coming dawn
Jillian Burgin (10-17-10)
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