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The epic battle of the seasons.
Old Man Winter
erase all signs of Fall.
Snow covers the ground.
Tree limbs hang low dripping white.
Fall holds her branches
close to her body.
Some have already fallen.
The lone casualties of war.
The battle rages on.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old Man Winter.
She has no choice.
She puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
She bows her head.
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Love ya!
Jane