November ends
and the colors of autumn
are extinguished
as well as the yellow,
the orange and red of the fallen leaves,
Which turn gray.
From the falling rain
small rivers are born on the earth,
until the drops become
snowflakes
and the waters become ice sheets.
This is how the Winter came.
Poem (C): Me
“Four Trees” (C): Egon Schiele
meryl:
Beautiful 🖤
atram:
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