A final flourish
as green leaves turn brown, then drop
and cruel winter comes.
by Scooj
- edited to restore the correct syllable count (how embarrassing!)
Swan song
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A final flourish
as green leaves turn brown, then drop
and cruel winter comes.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 
That’s no swan! G:)
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It is the best of times; it is the worst of times.
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A Tale of Two seasons.
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Well, winter is a good time for knitting.
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Beautiful! — even with the extra syllable 🙂
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Thank you. I have been caught in two minds with the syllable. First time I wrote it, I counted two in the word cruel (but the line was different – cruel Winter comes). The second time I counted only one. I prefer the second version, but it challenges the syllable count.
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