Frail to the T

Sinal plug and an ear tax
worn out like a breeze wax
marked on top with yellow
fallen taller unripe fellow

It's a cold reason, the bold
season which grays out mold
on north and south trees;
forest leaps, falls to knees

Fallow sufferer sees meadow's mice
under snow and losing ice
eyes of sun and sickness sleep
bends and touches frailty deep

Idiom marches take the month
giving three times, saying once
clocked and stocked and equity
bought and sold with no pity

Sang and strong, meekly ponded
kettles fishing all absconded
flavor wise and taste buds smacked
where the youth and nature's stacked

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