Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights grow long,And teen athletic games take place,And ravens nightly croak their song,And orange and black adorn. They were leaving the city, traveling southwest. The highway was jammed as always, and the going slow. She opened her eyes, no longer interested, deciding instead to use the time to meditate. Lost within herself she was shaken out of her trance by the opening of the door. The chauffer offered her his hand as she got out of the car, but she gestured him off. The house before her was modest in size, but the garden was large. She walked the path the driver had indicated, and it was less than a.Read More
