As summer sun fades, and weakens,

As days draw in

And nights spread wings,

As creatures feast

In preparation

For hibernation,

As green turns to gold

Small forest creatures hold court,

Before winter sweeps in.

Leaves fall in wooded glen

Then nurture nature

Soon to rise again

And lovers hoard their store of love

To keep them warm

In winter.

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Owain Glyn