Viridescent Vines
a crisp chill fills the early morning air
dew drops periodically appear on the
yellowing blades of grass
as a light frost coats
shimmering panes of glass
viridescent leaves
have long become burnt umber under the
emerging light
bronze branches
are losing their grip on decaying foliage
scattered
beneath is a graveyard of the last remaining
memories of summer
crunching
under the feet of cawing crows
looking for a feast among the
mulching wreckage
as a swift wind sweeps in from the east petioles separate
from slender twigs
dispersing the final layers of a once cherished umbrella in
the midday heat
what thrived in the prime of life now lays among fading
tomorrows
and bygone warmth
night begins to coat the faraway skies
and with it brings the first signs of a bitter winter
the last remaining signs of vibrancy fly away with the
canadian geese
now all i'm left with is the hollow emptiness of a forlorn
season
lighting the wick of an ivory candle just to have a flicker of solace in this deadening
dark
Copyright © Sara Jama | Year Posted 2025
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