Flavescent Leaves

I walk in the wake of flavescent leaves.

Forever decay, fated to the terrain.

A trail of new death sprouts spring.

Only succeeding a conclusive, that fateful breath.

Ashen skies, heavens fade from our view.

That is not eternal, no, not even our death.

Cool winds carry nocturnal beasts.

Temperatures drop, and fingers freeze.

Life becomes buried, cannot breathe.

Down below, something stirs, somethings grow.

Naked I stand, in the flesh, with frozen toes.

Ghastly frigid land, you can not last.

The sun does speak, as it peaks,

Spreading heat in waves abound, and warming the dry ground.

Aghast, at last, grey becomes green.

Bodies once white are pink and burned, Oh they gleam.

Formidable beast, forever burning in the sky.

You look down, and laugh as we cry.

Green cometh brown, Oh, why have the rains ceased .

Wither and shrivel lucious life as our forests burn.

Lo and behold, not all is lost, something is set free.

Heat hath cracked seed, and the rains will soon return.

New life is birthed, and flowers, and trees magically appear.

Blues and yellows, and red and greens,

All these colors of beauty that we seek.

This friendly face, my finite friend.

Oh, you shouldn't be here all alone.

I will pluck you from your home, this healthy ground.

And you will come on a journey with me,

On the counter you will go, in tepid water you will stay,

Until that certain but ominous day,

That I toss your withered remains, in the wake of flavescent leaves....