Winter Morning

This short prose for Christmas appeared as soon as the imagery for the seasons’ personas did.

 

Coppered leaves danced
Coyly, she smiled
Barely touching as they passed.

His dark eyes flickered
On her red-gold hair
In a moment, a glance

Autumn is gone,
For Winter has come.

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