~ Non-Norse Poetry by me ~
Fall
Fall
showed her tired face.
She could not well disguise
that her
best time was past -
first streaks of grey showing in her sky,
the bleached grass slovenly.
She no
longer cared.
Her children had taken
their fill of her gifts, and left her
empty-handed.
They no longer came.
She stretched her nights - no need to pretend;
slowly, she let her sunny smile fade.
Soon enough, winter´s sleep would put
her to rest.
She waited.
© 2005 Michaela Macha
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