Fading- Memory Poem

Warm splashes of reds and golds
sprinkled on a dull gray canvas.
The crisp smell of winter
tiptoeing near,
puffing its frosty breath like a dragon
closing in on his prey.


The chilling wind cackles
causing the trees to shiver,
as they desperately hold onto their leaves,
so the snow and ice can't fade them
in their envy of color.

A hazy lake revived by the sun,
the colors matching the leaves that gathered its rays.
A reminder of the season
for the later days where the calico-painted leaves
are sealed in an icy casket.

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