Northern Winds hasten Autumn's wither
Cold shadows veil her mantle of blight,
Their subtle dance whispers a hither
Allures to swallow unwary light.
Hark, the winds beat louder still
In fury cripple Autumn's hold,
Swirling darkness casts angry mill
Unleashes Winter's heartless cold.
Relentless gale dawns a ghostly face
Calls forth a tempest of lengthy might,
Conceals the last of Autumn's grace
Beneath a flowing gown of tranquil white.
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