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.