Weather's Plague.

The breath I escape mimics
The shine that slips
Through the crevices

The particles spread upon me
---(Photosynthesis in the works )
Until the moisture in the air
I absorb tastes of death.

Tiny rainbow dots on my stem
Hidden beyond the shadows,
Earth's ordained motion strikes
With icy force.

The sun hides behind the clouds
And the flakes all scatter above.
Increasing agility; not even night's blindness
Can distort the truth in my soil.

I willow and pain all over.
My pride shut down by avoidance.
Once beautiful, once radiant,
But now a reminder of last summer's care.

Just a fickle in the dirt.
Tiny thunderstorms at my core.
I brown all over and fade into
The Earth's embrace.

And the last breath I escape mimics
The shine that slips perfectly
Through the crevices
Of last month's dream.