Shading Trees from Crimson Forests

I find myself in crimson forests

With shading trees casting wide nets

Capturing me, seeking relief from the sun

While rays reach out, dropping delicate hints as if to remind me

That we will be together once again

In time

Advertisements

Seasons Change

Summer’s sun yearns for fall colors

Grounds scattered with layered leaves

Slices of life that have come and gone

Wishing cold breezes whisk them away

 

Fall’s barren trees no longer block views of cloudy skies

Bird silhouettes fly across cloud backdrops, in search of winter

December snow may be upon us, I wonder as anticipation grows

If forgiveness will fall from above, granting permission to say goodbye

 

Morning sunrise reflects off untouched snowfall

Tossed rocks, sink deep out of sight, hidden but still there

Holes remain in the beauty of innocence, not for all to see

Naive no longer, blemished, forever waiting for the thaw

 

Cherry blossoms rain soft petals

Flittering, their descent takes their time, no hurry to reach the ground

There is beauty in their fall, rebirth of life that once was dark, colors prevail

Fading scars blend with changing seasons, seasons of change never go away

Radiance, My First Taste

Circled pathways in unexpected places, discovered revelations lure me closer

Decrypted signposts and camouflaged arrows emerge, lying in wait for my approaching steps

Thin arcs, cello strings under foot, vibration traveling from my soles, through my soul

Radiance, not seen but felt, my first taste of the color yellow, savoring to the last drop

In Time, Someday

Roofless houses hidden under trees, avoiding the storm

Shadeless windows reveal winter’s arrival, one leaf at a time

Colors fall, replaced with barren branches wearing coats of white

Like forgotten memories, birds fly away, never to return, until they do

Pale warnings left behind, eyes closed, tomorrow’s fears remain

A faint light in the distance, searching for an iris in winter, an improbable pursuit

A glimpse of hope not seen, yet to be felt, sitting just out of reach.

A faint whisper of patience touches me – in time, someday