Dry, wind leaf trash gains,

Sunlight squeezed out by darkness,

Ground turns brown, bitter.


Warmth gone, cold in floods.

Powder deep, on top with skis?

White, cold, clear breath fogs.


Smooth, soft, blemish free,

Grey, wrinkled, leather lifeless.

Sun, moon alternate.


Blue green algae life

Sinks lower, slows to a stop.

Turns, freezes solid.

About Bob

Bob has been a writer all his life. He has had to do many other things to buy groceries and make his car payments, but most of these things have involved writing, in one genre or another.
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