Winters Growth

The brisk boreal winds never cease
as it grates my skin causing my blood to seep
Snowflakes floating down from the sky,
distorting my vision.
My tears; dense icicles on my cheeks, a chilling pain every time I blink.
A silent fall through the atmosphere,
the sole brilliance of my lucidity,
my thermal inlay.

Summers breeze coursing through my hair. The flowers aroma stroking my senses,
the colors enticing my eyes.
The sky a subdued cool palette of blues.
I was happy then.

Art…my melody, birds surfing the supernal wind, such smooth air.
The leaves scattered and twirling on the ground.
Ruby Red, Salmon Orange and Saffron gripping my love dancing to my melody.
An earthy palette.
An easy smile as another leaf floats to the ground.
A reminder of who I am,
An archaic soul covered in the words of the fare of my core
I used to love life then.

If only spring would come to me, bearing gifts of new growth, new discoveries.
Surprises for my eyes and heart.
Rain of empyreal love, diffusing luxuriance, a breeze of tranquility and ease
showering me in lime green clusters of hope,
my revival.

If only spring would come to me.

I would allow it to propel my soul.

Copyright © 2008 Gene Marie (written at 2:15am)
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