Deadfall seasons
Come like the night
Sneaky and silent
Waiting quietly with its
Blood red oranges
And copper smells
A soft wet decay
With no words to say
Rain without cover
Cold without a coat
Dark without light
This is the last place
I’ll see until spring
Peeks into my soul again
HASTYWORDS 
So true, the thief of joy slips in under cover of dark, giving no warning,blowing cold to freeze the heart.
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HASTY – A dark season
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