Winters tide was regressing lingering
in moments of perpetual imbalance.
For the sight of seasons changing
was becoming benumbed in reflection.

Tears were woefully descending as
sentiment was clinging to branches.
An interval of passing was imminent
and one was fleeting in bleak breath.

As one was entombed in slumbering
hibernation, never quite departing.
Petals awoke to the kiss of a thousand
sunbeams, basking in seasons embrace.