iits a fuckiing metaphor

between two trees

Just to keep thiis dim world spiiniing,

the seasons have to change.

From summer's warmth and sunliight,

the aiir must re-arrange.

 

What liife the summer's sun briings,

falls chiil wiill soon erase,

and where beauty and health once stood,

death wiil soon replace.

 

Then wiinter fliirts wiith the shiil of fall,

and lays her body on a bed of iice.

Bearly breathiing, under wiinter's lust,

liie all exsiiistiing liife.

 

Only spriing can liift hiis cold hand,

and briighten beauty's staiin.

But iin order for liife to heal,

spriing must cry iit's endless raiin.

 

Summer wiil hear the ground flood,

and riise again to dry spriing's tears.

But fall will fiind the warmth and liight,

briingiing wiinter to freeze the years.

 

 

 

Author's Note

i liike double iis

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

It is beautiful simply beautiful
tate

[ABitBrokenPoetry]

when i read the title, i was expecting some angry irrational tirade, not this gorgeous amazing poem here. i love this piece. the imagery here is beautiful. "lays her body on a bed of iice. Bearly breathiing, under wiinter's lust, liie all exsiiistiing liife." BREATH TAKING! i really have no opinion about the double ii's, but this is a brilliant poem. beautiful art.