Inanimate freeze ceases to remain.
Golden radiance beams about it's form,
it sweats it's beads of warmed liquid flow,
cascading like the streaming of rain in a storm.
Life comes sweeping and covering
over this isolated section of sky.
Light seems to dance on the fading
inhabitants shining like glass to the eye.
This beauty of new season inflames the senses,
burns us with nostalgia's delight.
So I sit in wonder to see new birth
as it's effects take flight. |
Submission Name: TRAVAIL OF COMING SPRING
