This is the newest poem that I have been working on and I hope that It is to your liking. I'm pretty sure that it needs work (as all of my poems do), but I do believe that it is in pretty good shape to post to this blog.
Enjoy!
The Cycle
A blazing yellow sun beats down
Scorching the beautiful green landscape,
Newly minted leaves cry out for help;
No answer from the bright blue yonder,
As the dying begin to spark.
Against a backdrop of dreary gray,
Trees alight, one by one,
Their flames brilliant shades of yellow, orange, red,
Embers caught in the wind dance and twist
As confetti litters the ground.
Flakes fall from a sky of ash,
Coating the landscape in a cold blanket;
Trees shiver under the weight of the white,
Their bare branches reaching up in exaltation,
Praying for a shower and warmth.
Tears of rejoicing fall for new birth;
A delicate hand reaches forth,
Soon joined by beautiful blooms;
The bourn begins to swell
As the cycle begins anew.
