Renascence

Trees absorb autumn’s color spectrum bright, paint the leaves with crimson and golden glow. The gilded leaves leave the brown boughs fallow of the stripped deciduous trees upright, dancing to the swan song of winter white. Decay disguises revival, they know. Spring returns with spur of resurgent show, in tawny trees new leaves sprout in delight. Storm of gloom wrecks my heart, turns it bare tree. Dismal dusk descends with the sunset sky, remembers the sun sinks to again rise. I will wait for my spring to revive me. From distress dust Phoenix’s rise, I’ll descry at dawn of renascence with no surprise.