The epic battle of the seasons.Old Man Wintererase all signs of Fall.Snow covers the ground.Tree limbs hang low dripping white.Fall holds her branchesclose to her body.Some have already fallen.The lone casualties of war.The battle rages on.Fall will have to succumbto the dictates of Old Man Winter.She has no choice.She puts up a valiant battle.She will be back after Summerfinishes heating the earth.She bows her head.
Sunday, January 14, 2018
THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER
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