Circle Of Life

The seasons guide us to the path of life.

The wind breathes colours, gently, whispering the song of seasons.

 

Savoured fruits give birth, aesthetic, awakening from a cold dream.

 

The brilliant light revealed, theatrical, from behind the blinding shade.

 

Serene colours spiral down, adamantly, whirling through the crystal rain.

 

Fate frozen in time, crystallized, idly awaiting for Destiny's call.

 

The wind moves on, eternal, breathing new life to death

Author's Note

Written for "Helena's Blue Rose Cafe ~ POEM CONTEST". Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[MiguelAngeles]

The ideas really flow in this in a very circular way which adds a great effect on the poem!

[Allen Smuckler]

You definitely have a way with words and color FB...You brought the wind, the light, the rain to life and romanticized life and death with just a touch of breath. Very sensual in a metaphorical sort of way...
Great Job FB
allen

[Helen Crutchett]

Absolutely so beautifully written. Full of descriptive stanzas. A lovely read!

Thank you for submitting this to my contest Fictionborn!

Helena :)