Diurnal Musings(NaPoWriMo 2016 Anthology)

#7: Seasonal Skirmishes

Winter spun her arms around her clear, crystal sky-sphere
and like paint falling in soap, schist coloured
through the clear sapphire sea like faults that grew moss,
stretching out its arms wide to seize and
conquer all the lands.
her wavy nails that had tempests brewing on
its surface touched the slick, translucent
sphere fashioned by its new hue into an eye:
staring out into the world,
longing to pull in things that could help it
brighten like butter,
but it failed as Winter's touch only gave
bloom to flint flowers that threw its pollen
as water and hail and wreaked destruction
like as if lead were falling out of the sky.

Summer threw her manicured hands onto the sphere,
startling Winter into moving her fingers
in an arc across it,
and its surface left ripples of gooseflesh-
that burned fast and bright-
like tractors ploughing a farm;
Winter, cursing,
moved across like a plucked hen, and
hurled sparks of stolen frozen love and frozen time
at Summer, who elegantly sung away the assault,
her sweet tones piercing into Winter's charcoal skin,
lighting it up in marigold orange flames,
flames that crackled and weathered the
stony skies into soil that grew daffodils and dandelions,
riding the gay wind under deceitful summer's gaze,
as he drank away every last drop of water
and smiled with teeth that threw light on starving
eyes, blinding enough people to ignore thirsty tongues.