Harvest time ,long past.
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The ground lies cold and still.
Trees pruned ,wood piled up.
Frosty windows, pale blue sun.
Snowtopped mountains, nests abandoned.
Smouldering leaves, cats sleep soundly.
The Earth turns and we give thanks.
Isn`t Spring just around the corner?
The wise man as he travels through life enjoys the scenery to either side,since he knows he will not come this way again.The road ahead winds back and forth,over the hills and far away,and who knows where it will lead?