A Season

steven wynne apple
Of the seasons in each year

It is the onset of winter

That is likely to strike

An unhappy feeling inside.

With all the ice and slush,

Rain and dreary skies,

An agony wells from within.

It is that time when pain

Most wets cheeks

As we watch the last leaf,

And the last pretty flower

Drop and sleep.

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