The breath of change collects on all,
once plumes of growth wither beneath
the slicing silence of onyx nights.
Collecting grains of light from the day..
A flurry of hues depart there podium,
like a crescent of static moments descend
down to there inevitable serenity..
When breath collects they are fleeting momentarily.
Exhalation collects on the shivers of bare branches.
Unclothed of there foliage, they are but shadows
of life's abundance. Now they stand sullen waiting
patiently for the winds of change to once again blow.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
The breath of change collects on all,
once plumes of growth wither beneath
the slicing silence of onyx nights.
Collecting grains of light from the day..
A flurry of hues depart there podium,
like a crescent of static moments descend
down to there inevitable serenity..
When breath collects they are fleeting momentarily.
Exhalation collects on the shivers of bare branches.
Unclothed of there foliage, they are but shadows
of life's abundance. Now they stand sullen waiting
patiently for the winds of change to once again blow.
