Let the leaves change colors & fall.
Shades of orange, yellow, & red.
Autumn, the best season of all.
Take care when your head hits the bed.
The Dead descend; our town will fall.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
AUTUMN
seasons
PERSEVERANCE
PERSEVERANCE
We suffer illnesses and deaths.
We fight to survive.
Why?
Why does a flower bloom
during an early frost?
Hope.
Hope for warmer days ahead.
We hope for better times.
Hope keeps us alive and warm.
LET THE GAMES BEGIN
Let the leaves change colors & fall.
Shades of orange, yellow, & red.
Autumn, the best season of all.
Take care when your head hits the bed.
The Dead descend; our town will fall.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
BRING THE PAIN
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The sun hides its head
While the waves rage on.
The clouds turn away
While blood rushes on.
The moon shies away
While the tide meets rock.
Faces hide in vain
While the seas bring the pain.
IT’S THE SEASON
IT’S THE SEASON
The petals fall fast and furious.
The bare trees watch the fallen.
Limbs shivering in the coming cold.
Pink tears of surrender coat the ground.
As seasons come and go.
Yearning for their lost children.
They lift scraggly arms to the sky.
Prayers will soon be answered,
As seasons come and go.
Coats of white land on their branches.
Night falling all too soon.
Shivers dislodge the packed ice.
Leaving them bare once again.
They lift weary eyes to the sky.
As seasons come and go.
A warm wind caresses their arms.
Eyes open to sprouting buds.
Green and pink sweaters for spring.
Their children have returned.
As seasons come and go.
THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER
The epic battle of the seasons.
Old Man WinterÂ
erase all signs of Fall.
Snow covers the ground.
Tree limbs hang low dripping white.
Fall holds her branches
close to her body.
Some have already fallen.
The lone casualties of war.
The battle rages on.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old Man Winter.
She has no choice.
She puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
She bows her head.
LET IT BLOOM
LET IT BLOOM
Watch the rose bloom.
Itâs not too soon.
The lovely smell.
It rings my bell.
The pink color.
Like no other.
Face to the sun.
Ready for fun.
Velvet to the touch.
I love it so much.
Iâm ready for spring.
To hear the birds sing.
Iâm eager for the first bloom.
Definitely not too soon.
Let it bloom.
TURNING
Earth spins.
Life passes.
The sun rises.
The sun sets.
Seasons pass.
A ride too quick.
Too fast.
No stops.
The end comes.
Too soon.
YOUR LAST BOW
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Collapsing Giants. Greenland. [1080×108] Photo by Daniel Kordan
The mighty now fall,
Who had been so tall.
Melting to the sea,
Where no one can see
The majesty of your height
Or the last breath of your fight.
Please donât leave us now.
Donât take your last bow.
The earth will be a sadder place
Without your bright and shiny face.
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THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER
The epic battle of the seasons.
Old Man WinterÂ
erase all signs of Fall.
He covers the groundÂ
with his icy cold snow.
But Fall holds her leaves close
to her body and her heart.
Some have fallen,
lone casualties of war.
The battle rages
on the ground,
in the air,
and on the water.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old Man Winter.
She has no choice.
She puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
Farewell.
Weâll see you soon.
SUSANNE LEIST 