Bumblebee intoxicated,
by pistils laden with pollen,
petals as soft as silk,
spread to harness sunlight.
The seeds of rebirth,
lay silent in waiting,
as the season of frost,
bites all that is living
Songbirds of springs birth,
are now on the wing,
the silence is so critical,
there’s an emptiness, I yearn.
Leaves of carpet,
crackle with sound,
evidence of lost life,
now decorates the ground.
Colors of the rainbow,
stunning to the eye,
as the days drift into winter,
I let go, with a soft sigh.
A contest entry
- Clean and Simple by Peripatetic.
1500 points, ended October 20, 2008, 19 entries
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Comments
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Magnificent...
... description of the feeling of Fall. Oh … reading this made me remember how I do miss the four seasons. Bravo!
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this is sweet! Loven it!
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