The golden days of summer stand aside
Making room for autumn’s copper legacy
Clearing the way for winter’s ebony boughs
And the darkness that will fall upon the Earth
The barren, bleak, harsh cold obscurity
Where frosts will claw at the fallen harvest
Nourishing the deadened yet expectant ground
In readiness for the emerald Spring
And thus too in our own wildernesses
Let dying colours seep and imbue our souls
Milling out of sight in paint pots of anticipation
Until we are ready – once again
Ready to burst forth with radiance
Glorious brightness shining in golden rays
For the seasons of life are ours for the living
In nuggets of renewal; cyclic revival; resplendent
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Comments on: "Seasons Of Life" (6)
‘Boughs’ not pronounced ‘boffs’ s I do – but. Apart from that, this is splendid and well wroted! G:)
You’ve lost me there but thanks 😉
Bough’s you wrote. G:) not a possessive, me thinks
Ahha 😉
Beautifully woven words….filled with natures power….and lovely images
Thank you