Winter is almost returned

Winter is almost returned 

At summer's end,
It is beauty like yours which inspires the sun to shine a few days longer,
It's rays reaching out and touching hearts to the last sunshine of breath,
As I breathe you in I become stronger, even when the leaves of sleeping trees begin diving into the next life,
Stroking gently the forest floor with their crispy bodies,
The beauty of your light carries on,
You continue to twinkle through the stars at night and through the white winter sun as it joyfully awakens my senses into the beauty of natural flight, birds in the sky we are, gliding on the wings of our hearts we are,
In love with the wind we travel afar, looking from above at the landscapes sprawled out beneath us we are... 

As Winter returns it is beauty like yours which remembers that in every dark undercurrent of cold air and closed pine cone, in every patiently waiting bud and overcast sky, there is a sacred teardrop of light slowly welling up in the corner of my eye and as it drops... my heart cries.. 
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