The Smudging of Spring

I stopped on the road, smile shifting

With the collapse of a blossom as it

withered to ash; and so for the first

time in my years, I saw the start of

spring’s petals beginning to fall, the

tragedy of time smudging the vivid

strokes that once painted the season.

 

It blew into the wind, singeing in the

sun as its form shattered under the

sorrow of coming dusk; the world

slowly lost its lustrous gleam and in

the dark my heart began to weep for

the perish of that petal, for the coming

of cold, and for the inevitable wrinkles

forming on each creature’s face.

 

But in the very moment of darkness,

Dawn came, for under the mornings

Sensual rays a seed sailed from the

blossoms decaying folds, planting

itself into the womb of dirt under

the grass, and in the coming weeks

I watched nature’s new begin to cast

fresh leaves, letting them wildly dance

to the beat its sweet soul could sing.

Reviews

[Greg Close]

Some really exceptional verse and well chosen alliteration create a very solid piece. The structure, scheme and execution of your narrative is very tight. Usually there is some rhythmic issue or word choice thing to critique, but I was so carried away in the lush imagery that I've got no suggestions at all. I sincerely enjoyed reading this one, and off into my WC Favorites it goes!

[Moflo]

Fantastic imagery in this poem. I was really captivated by how nicely written this whole piece was, I absolutely love it. Easily one of my favorites. Great work.