Circle of Life by Thomas K. HuntSummer passed undetected Pushing itself into autumn causing it to fall It didn't fall here Autumn never falls here I've been to a place where autumn falls I've seen emblazoned backdrops of life Resplendent explosions of nature Accompanied by soft cool breezes Bearing aromas of ripened fruits and redolent flowers Where the moon casts the biggest and brightest silver shine Glistening across the river Making shadows of the tall pines Sweaters drawn tight Cool but not cold Yet turning colder with each day Witnessing the gradual decaying of beauty Soon to be barren of foliage Colorless grays doomed to fill the days light Sit watch over orchards of skeleton trees Time will soon be frozen to the ground Buried under drifts of blinding white Subzero crystal rain woven together That blankets the quilted landscape Extended days drag themselves into one another The air bitter, biting and cutting at dried flesh Chapped smiles in temporary sanctuaries from the elements Try to heal themselves under smears of wax Cracks are easy to find when they run along pallid hide The warmth sought, soon turns to fever Spreading like the plague from cabin to cabin Locked away, imprisoned in the mind is the perpetual though of Spring The vernal equinox Natures rebirth Yet as old as the ages of time That once again will bequeath itself to summer Completing the circle for yet another revolution
11/29/2005 Posted on 11/30/2005 Copyright © 2025 Thomas K. Hunt
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