A Sleeping Giant

The tired giant, sinks below, where Winter’s begin
Its juices worn thin, starts to unwind, to start over again

A whispering wind, wrapped tight around, Summer’s end
Rends curly scales, from an aspen, on Autumn’s mend

Simple Fall colors, white and pewter, brown and blue
Rainbows of honey, hide, in the arms of the yew

A frozen dawn, birds cry against, a sullen sky
Ice storms drop, pieces of cold, from up on high

At thunder’s end, whiteness fades, Springing a tear
The yew’s ringed bones, reach and bring in, a round New Year

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