Heres Estrella

More Stars than There are

Tag: seasons

September 26th, 2018

Cold breakfast on a damp carpet:
A poetic way to welcome the fall.

Glass panels stained with rain,
Obscuring the trees swaying outside—
Leaves in shades of tired green.

Open all the windows and swing your doors
Wide agape, so that chill winds could rush in

And cut across the bare skin—
Like glass.

Advent

Of something
Fresh and rare—

Eager like the
Playful
Spring Breeze,

Blowing
Your loose
Lettuce

up,
Up,

and       awaaayy—

An enigmatic
Encounter,

So New
and
Ancient

Once again.

Spring Whisperers

Scarf_in_Flight

Everywhere one looks,
All is still gray—

Buds of a New
Season remain
Unconscious,

Yet to have
Awakened,
Ungerminated—

But somehow,
Creatures of
The eternal
Singsong
Always arrive
Before time—

Preceding
The sprouting,
Gentle greens;
Predicting
The vibrance of
Blooming passions.

Quietly
They glide
In flight,

To
and
Fro,

In the air,
Unseen,
But felt
Within—

Sitting
Invisible
Among
Barren branches,
They whisper
As the caressing
Breeze,

Foreshadowing
Wonder
and
Rescue
Of A new Spring.

Fall, Collected.

A harvest of their own kind

                                            A harvest of their own kind

Floral Season: 1

Garden_Noir

Or is it? Are they simply, forcibly, and artificially alive for our pleasure?

I’m sorry; lately all I see is white in black, or vice versa.