A New Season
written by: Elizabeth Ricketson
Snow fell by the many inches.
The quiet harbinger had arrived.
Early hours illuminated.
A muffled blanket of white.
Rumbling across the rural landscape a
low moaning cry severed the night.
A foghorn of grief cut though
The lonely moo of a
Her unwavering despair hung on
the icy air.
Haunting in its
Unnerving in its
Brief moments of
Bellowing an exhausting
Dark weighty clouds
slide across the mountain tops.
The chilling embrace of November with
dusty umber skies
hovered over leafless
A new season emerged.
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