General Poetry posted August 25, 2020


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A Minute poem for the contest

Winds of Change

by tfawcus

I hear the wind, its cleansing breath.
"Away with death,"
it seems to say
as brown leaves sway.

It gives a tug and sets them free
of winter's tree,
transformed, at last;
tomorrow's past.

Persephone will bring fresh birth
and springtime mirth;
a warmer breeze
that also frees.

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2020


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