Changes

Pushing through the dark earth With frail tendrils of emerald Olive and jade I feel the trinkle of raindrops Caressing me into Spring Pressing onward, I feel the sun A brilliant embrace stirring My petals to open wide Show the world what resides Inside – as Summer sings Penetrating my stems with A chilly melancholy frost My beauty has gone missing With the dying of warmth Leaving behind Autumn’s laughter Parched and frozen in death My dreams are spent As I welcome the blankets Of serene white Across my grave lies Winter If I Were A ? Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose January 23, 2021 2) if I were a flower