The last leaves cling desperately to barren branches
Limbs, like claws, reach to the sky thanking their Creator
Winter is coming, the earth feels the stretching of its sinews
Thinly stretched to the point of ripping
Yet renewed in a fire-like cold that kills all that might harm
Rebirth is in the throes of the frigid gray day
What once was warm will be once more
Crippling rigidity will give way to warm fluidity
When the Winter comes and goes
And grateful for the redeeming nature of Winter
The earth content, yet hopeful looks to Spring
Even as Winter has only stepped in the door
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