I am summer born,
snow feels alien to me –
For trees maybe too?
I watch how bravely
they surrender to autumn,
bittersweet adieu.
November’s exposed
bare branches sway in bitter
winds boding winter.
But gently it starts,
it sneaks up, surprises with
snowflakes so softly
painting such magic,
no more can I mourn leaves, or
the way I saw trees.

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Arrival © Susan L Hart 2026

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I wrote this poem for the Week 1 prompt of Alegria’s “Writing Winter’s Breath”. Her link here on WordPress will lead you to the details, if you’d like to take part.

A Seasonal Writing Invitation For You

Thank you for reading, and I hope winter is treating you well. 🙂