Spring's mourning

The last icy breath had fallen from Winters bloody chapped lips.

Spring can't help but cry for her eldest sister.

The earth has put her self in to Spring's gentle hands. 

She has wrapped us in the black of mourning.

But she can't stop the hint of color that arise.

Summer is born.

Spring has no notion of holding on to long.

She will morn for her sister.

She will awaken us.

Summer will not hold back the blade from her sisters fragile flesh.

Spring does nothing but bide her time.

Happy for the little creatures that inhabit her earth.

Author's Note

Thanks for taking the time to read this!

Reviews

[Turtle :)]

Very well done! Loved your use of imagery and personification of the seasons. Very moving and professional :) Bravo.
- Turtle

[Thoren]

Creative poem of the seasons "passing". I love this type of creativity! Keep Writing, this is magical.

[citymouse]

Thank you so much!! Have a wonderful day!

[Desiree B.]

The very first sentence piqued my attention. Awesome imagery: "The last icy breath had fallen from Winters bloody chapped lips." I loved the personification that you used for the seasons (you made it seem as if each one was fighting for their chance to "rule" over the earth).

[citymouse]

Thank you! :) I'm glad you enjoyed it! :) Have a great day!