A WINTER TALE

Hallows Eve to Candlemas, the sun now turning south,alas; November sombre,December dark, January,February cold and stark. Catkins litter the forest floor, beeches shed their leaves galore. Gales melange the mix,as decay brings nature's bionomics. Hexagon pointed stars move and shift , into a patterned powdered drifts. Rain filled days of slush and muck, webs on shards of gossamer stuck. Twilight months in winter shade until the snowdrops matamorphise in the glade.

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