Sunday, August 29, 2010

Turning Point

This is the hour when seasons start to change.
The trees, until this moment bathed in summer light,
Were reaching to the sky, their leaves spread ever high
To catch the smiles of the sunfilled days.

They've shaken hands and waved to passers-by,
Strength pulsing out to liven leafy greenery,
Warm trunks unknotting cares and breathing friendship's sighs
Throughout the months of camaraderie.

Now with the frost encroaching with the dawn,
The wind begins to sap their strength,
And pulling inward color, life,
Their rasping leaves are shivered from their grasp.

And so ere long the cold will leave to us
Only these silent silhouettes,
Bare branches stark against the sky,
Reminding us by emptiness of Spring.

Nov 6, 2009

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