Beneath the bare earth-tone leafless trees
rolling hills of flat white nothing
suffocated what was once
vibrantly full of color and life.
Eventually the snow melted and
the rains fell down upon the hills
washing away months of oppression
and sorrow; the fields were born anew
with breath and pulse, there was vivacity.
But as all things must fade, a single petal,
lost to the first touch of frost, falling
toward the inevitably cooling ground,
announced Autumn’s arrival
The cold breath of nature took away
the lilies and the orchids. Winter
stole away the burning red, orange
and yellow leaves. The skies blanketed
gray. The snow began to fall.