Life Poem by Linda May Fox

Life



The last days of summer
Nearing to winter
Long lazy days
Remembered as they fade.

Life folds and withers
As for the cold, all prepares
Blown in a gentle breeze
To a place they cannot see.

Hiding and tucked away
To await a new day
Unfolding and renewing
As to life returning.

Monday, January 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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