Season of Death

rhmn_7

Why is winter called season of death,

When autumn is doing all killing?

What starts as shades of flame

Ends with every color fading

And nature without it’s breath.

 

The cruelest time of the year

Its sky a dark gaze,

Its wind a wet whip,

No beauty left to praise.

No birds left to hear.

 

Only dornes and the cold are spared

For the most tormented of souls,

Still find warmth in its embrace.

Hearts with the deepest holes,

Meant only by autumn to be repaired.

  • Author: rhmn_7 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2022 19:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: On the last day of autumn...
  • Category: Nature
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  • amepiesces

    a memorable read it is..

    • rhmn_7

      Very glad you liked it!

    • PurpleGlasses

      Love this Poem especially the first two line! Amazing

      • rhmn_7

        Questions are always a strong start, thank you for the comment!



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