Shasta

The scent of Autumn on the breeze
Summer sun grows weary
Rays are getting weaker
Farewell

Shadows on the bridge of time
The river flows tonight
Sleepy eyed in darkness
Moonlight

First snow blankets the mother
Silence in eerie ghost white
Hunters own the forest
Blood

She stares in helpless wonder
The midnight angel sees all
Nature has its feast
Death

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