Seasons

Beginning with

the coolest breeze of air,

leaves rain down

upon the ground

like a fresh

spring shower.

With the shower

came the golden glints of

sunshine upon

the descending leaves.

As they glanced around,

they knew that

it was death;

the birth of one season

and the death

of another.

 

The leaves turned

in time with

the impending cold,

which only grew

as the days bore on.

Soon, they knew,

the trees would be

skeletons of themselves,

dormant in their

wintry sleep.

The world would

never be as it once

had been.

It would be

a shadow of its

once vivacious life.

 

Also, they knew

winter was not

an enemy.

There was beauty in

the frozen season.

The beauty existed in

its glistening,

crystalline snow that

glimmered as natural diamonds

in the winter sun.

When the snow melted,

it would feed

the earth below.

The earth warmed

and cradled the seeds

to nurture and to create

new life.

 

It would come

after winter,

Regardless, they knew

that the turn of

each leaf brought

new hope and new color

to the world once more.

Author's Note

I know I haven't posted many poems in the last few months, but I have come up with quite a bit while I haven't been active here. Many of my poems have been featuring nature themes, particularly influenced by autumn, winter, and the holiday season. I hope that you enjoy the next few poems I post.
Also, I apologize for my recent absence. Over the past few weeks, I've had some issues with my account. These issues have now been resolved, and I will be on here more often.

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

So glad you are back. This is a fantastic piece about seasons coming and going......beautiful. I especially like the part about the trees becoming skeletons.

[E.V. Black]

Thank you! It feels wonderful to be back.
If you've ever really observed them, trees are skeletons in the winter. They have decoration in all other seasons. Winter is their death and rebirth.