Snow Spirits

Second Autumn Tree

Deep sighs from the spirits of the trees are masked within the autumn commotion.

Their tired solar panels, homes for critters and pleasing primary pennants,

fall

to the ground,

browned

and worn out.

Spirit’s Winter Sabbath commences.

Beaches lounge waiting for the weary wanderers

to soak up the rays of the Always Summer Sun

until their Boss calls them back for their seasonal jobs.

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