She comes ready to strip off her gown of gold
Hues of cinnabar, titian too
Glorious and resplendent with
The sun still warm, remnants of summer's caress
Almost late for their rendezvous
As avian witnesses head south
Still rooted to her mother
As avian witnesses head south
Still rooted to her mother
She lays down for old man winter
Never forgetting the one
Who shows up with the April showers
Waiting again another year
For old man winter
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