Changing seasons.
Changing reasons.
The life of summer
beginning to die.
The vibrant days of sun
surrender
to the thick
blanket of night.
The temperature drops
slowly at first
then beneath the frozen
ground.
Underneath the harvest
of growth
the temperature waits in a
stilted slumber
frozen
but not dead
until the sun slowly returns
burning with it any sense of
darkness and of cold.
Slowly creeping back to life
a faint heartbeat can be
heard
and eventually felt
again.
Life blossoms.
Vibrant life returned.
The sun will again render
laughter, light, and love.
Changing reasons.
The life of summer
beginning to die.
The vibrant days of sun
surrender
to the thick
blanket of night.
The temperature drops
slowly at first
then beneath the frozen
ground.
Underneath the harvest
of growth
the temperature waits in a
stilted slumber
frozen
but not dead
until the sun slowly returns
burning with it any sense of
darkness and of cold.
Slowly creeping back to life
a faint heartbeat can be
heard
and eventually felt
again.
Life blossoms.
Vibrant life returned.
The sun will again render
laughter, light, and love.
2 comments:
Beautiful!
"Slowly creeping back to life
a faint heartbeat can be
heard
and eventually felt
again."
I can feel that sense of spring.
Thank you, Zoya!!! I think this one will grow. It seemed to end prematurely. At least I have winter to look forward to for inspiration. :)
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