My Two Seasons Poem by Marieta Maglas

Glacial braids paralyze the silver trim
Bearing that frost coming seemingly
From the North Star.
Ceremonial clouds unwind the light
Of the very frigid sun.
The gelid wind creeps up its spine.
The lifeless forest highlands its somberness.
The dusky frozen autumn
Like a decrescent moon in the eclipse
Suffers the ignominy of being left behind.
In the faintly confused history,
The nature can wait the winter to come
Dressed in her refulgent white
For restoring her sovereignty
Like a queen with a blue heart and icy tears.

Poem by Marieta Maglas






























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