What To Come

Flowery scents floating into blue sky, Windows swinging ajar in speedy burst. Trees swaying high dancing to wind so dry, All ready to spew forth fruits of the first. Spraying across long routes toward clean starts, Narrow roads which led to eternity, Hallway parting to a fine place of hearts, Surrounded by vines of humanity. Lucky are they who seem to come after, Never to observe ways which was once lived, Or cherish all free moments of laughter, Coming from those who long before have thrived; Stranded in a world of unforeseen threat, Having no fear of what was to come yet. 02/06/2020 Sonnet Poetry Contest