Spurred on by the calls of the summer guests as they fly
South and leave their summer paradise
Which is wrought by Winters cold harsh ice.
Bound though I was by Summers firey chains
as the last leaves fall I can breathe again
The sun is gentler and faids into darkness
Bringing peace and shelter in the everlasting night.
My soul soars high into winters lonely embrace
I welcome you O harsh One
Step up and reclaim your place.
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This is the first poem I've written for ages so Its a wee tad rusty....
