One morning soon,
the Earth’s breath will still
to crystal.
What was brown will silver
trees will shed
their locks
and plants will retreat
into roots
and dreams of spring.
Vacillating chatter of
migratory birds
will surge
then wane
then fall silent.
When the signal comes
for life to retreat
and wait
for new chances next season,
many will already be gone
to warmer climes
full of 12-hour days
and a background soundtrack
of kettledrums.
The abandoned landscape will remain
packed with a season full of treasure-
a hoar-crusted bounty
for anyone who cares to stay
and look.
The smooth, green surfaces of
the first blush of spring
have wrinkled and browned.
They await a slumber
beneath a sea of soundless white.
Before the cold comes to stay,
a cornucopia of fruit and nuts,
roots and seeds
spent a long season fruiting
against this fertile landscape.
To nourish yourself
against the chill and fear of winter
is only to take the time
and find the wonders here
from a well-spent season.
About the Creator
Penny Fuller
(Not my real name)- Other Labels include:
Lover of fiction writing and reading. Aspiring global nomad. Woman in science. Most at home in nature. Working my way to an unconventional life, story by story and poem by poem.


Comments (5)
Absolutely beautiful - Well Done!!!
This is an absolutely beautiful piece
This flowed seamlessly from one outstanding image to the next! Really impressive entry, Penny!
Beautiful! Here, with the first frost, our landscape goes from green to brown, unless rain negates its damage… no snow for us and most trees keep their leaves.🤔
Penny! This is magnificent! Love ever single line but especially love your use of "will", like "will still to crystal" and "will brown" and that last line beautifully brings it all together! Well done!