Turns of the Tide | Earnest Tilling
Weeping are the
Breaths of Winter
Thriving is the Sun
And
Budding
Blooming
Bursting to life are the
Flowers
And quickly as they sprung,
They are
Gone.
Petals
Falling falling falling falling falling falling falling
To the soil
Rich with the taste of
Dead leaves
That are littered across the
Floors of Mother Nature
Then sparkle shimmer silver gleam
White winter wonder of flaking precipitation
Covers the wasteland
Barren is is no more, for all the eyes can see are the
Dustings of the snowy substances.
Then
Slush slushy yucky icky ugh
The tears of Mother Nature are
Falling falling falling falling falling falling falling
And
Blink
The bells
The glee of winter is gone
But with the turn of the tide once again,
Smell the sunshine and tickle the breeze
For another world has come to visit
Our winter.
