As the moon hangs
It’s one and only head
To gaze upon a frozen place
That sheds its colors to gray
It shines upon the
Snow-less ground
Covered in decaying leaves
And fallen fences
Streams are still and
Frozen until the spring
And fallen trees lay
Dying in the earth
A spark pf spring
A golden gleam
A breath of summer
Only a taste of what to come
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