In whispered breaths, the zephyrs sigh,
Announcing winter's drawing nigh.
Amidst the sighs of fading fall,
The frost-kissed breeze begins to call.
The dance of leaves in twilight's hue,
A symphony bidding warmth adieu.
The world now veiled in icy lace,
As winter claims its hallowed space.
A palette dipped in snow's embrace,
Nature dons her gown with grace.
Each snowflake, a tale gently told,
In whispers of the coming cold.
With hushéd steps, the earth lays bare,
A tranquil scene, beyond compare.
As winter's cloak begins to enfold,
A masterpiece of silver and gold.
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Poems
PoetryI'm presenting a collection of poems I've personally written. Each one stands as an independent creation, though some may intertwine through common themes. These poems reflect my innermost feelings, and in certain instances, they echo fragments of...
