the flowers, so very paper-thin, kissed by the rays of molten sunlight in their ephemeral sojourn, a wish for the eternal morn, crumbling in the very breeze as frost coats every available exposed surface without discrimination.
oh, the seasons, changing, the breath of spring, the chill of winter lingering if only for a moment-just every last second it could have, for one last tempestuous gust across the hills and valleys, one last time...
it's not long before summer slips into the cycle, warmth so bright it's blinding, wishing already for the chill that had once beheld the lands in a vice grip.
sunlight, fading, leaves like a caterpillar emerging from chrysalis to butterfly, blooming maroon and aurum, citrine and wisteria hues cascading down, to the earth from which it had emerged.
and oh, the vivid white-gold radiance, bright as your shining eyes and--
I'm left breathless as the breeze.
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a litany of ruminations
Poetry{poetry collection} s c a t t e r e d dreams and drifting thoughts, oh, not everything is what it seems... (not necessarily from my own thoughts)
