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~ Non-Norse Poetry by me ~



Fall showed her tired face.
She could not well disguise 
that her best time was past -
first streaks of grey showing in her sky,
the bleached grass slovenly.
She no longer cared.

Her children had taken 
their fill of her gifts, and left her 
They no longer came.
She stretched her nights - no need to pretend;
slowly, she let her sunny smile fade. 
Soon enough, winter´s sleep would put her to rest.
She waited.


© 2005 Michaela Macha



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