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~ Non-Norse Poetry by me ~

 

Fall

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 
empty-handed.
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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