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Autumn No More

The Shift To Winter

By Emilie TurnerPublished 11 months ago Updated 11 months ago 1 min read

Cold bites deep, a sudden bite,

The earth exhales damp, heavy air,

Leaves crack and snap beneath my flight.

Frosty breath cuts thin and bright,

Pine sharpens scents with bitter flare,

Cold bites deep, a sudden bite.

Chill threads weave a quiet rite.

Breath hangs white and vanishes there,

Leaves crack and snap beneath my flight.

Rot and sweetness twist, contrite,

Sour apples drop without care,

Cold bites deep, a sudden bite.

Mist rolls in with fading light.

Metal tang cuts through the glare,

Leaves crack and snap beneath my flight.

The season tilts, a brittle night,

Winter creeps on silent stair,

Cold bites deep, a sudden bite,

Leaves crack and snap beneath my flight.

Villanelle

About the Creator

Emilie Turner

I’m studying my Masters in Creative Writing and love to write! My goal is to become a published author someday soon!

I have a blog at emilieturner95.wordpress.com and I’ll keep posting here to satisfy my writing needs!

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    Written by Emilie Turner