Green is everywhere.
The trees in full leaf
the fresh grass
the shrubs.
The world is awakening, breaking free of the cold.
Brown is coming
lurking in the shadows
claiming some leaves
here and there
some grass.
The cold will return again.
We will never be able to prevent the cold.
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The Lonesome Rock and other Poems and Shorts
PoetryWhat does a lonely rock think as it sits all alone? What does the last dandelion do as it waits to be devoured? What happened in the house on the hill?
