Tremulous, your colour now changing,
ranging from russet to yellow,
mellow in the soft autumn light,
your plight heightened by morning frosts and
cold easterlies.
Not one month ago you were full green,
a sheen, dew laden in late summers blush,
flushed your upper surface,
which pulsed with purpose
to photosynthesise the rays of the sun,
and now, you're done.
Your seasonal life has come full circle,
as now you hurtle, earthbound,
spinning round, lifted on a sudden gust,
just hanging on the breeze,
you freeze for just a moments tease,
then easily float,
an airborne boat,
to land like silk
with others of your ilk
to form a carpet of autumnal brown,
rotting down to offer sustenance to your former host,
now a ghost, with branches bare,
staring at the steel grey sky,
still, thanks to you, a living thing,
now dormant, and longing for Spring.
Categories:
photosynthesise, nature,
Form: Free verse
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Sunshine, all life depends on Sol's daylight.
Flora to photosynthesise, their plight
Err the darkest oceans depths dependent
Life from the surface, sunshine resplendent
All life needs Sol's sunshine to prosper, grow.
Of them, some will feed life way down below
Some take their chances on terra firma
Seeking shade else sunshine will yes. burn ya!
Sunrise, sunshine guides darkness down under
Sunset, sunshine, the sky aflame, wonder!
Err gender you'll take your sunshine with you
To cuddle, in big words, 'osculate' too!
We've had fun, like dusk, our sunshine, fading.
Wow! Dual sunshine, just so amazing!
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3/5/18
Sunshine sonnet - Poetry Contest sponsored by John Hamilton
#sunrise
Categories:
photosynthesise, sun, sunset, sunshine,
Form: Sonnet
What you give, you will get back in return,
If you are nice to someone, and you leave it,
They’ll be nice back to you in the future, burn,
And a friendship may blossom to kindly sit.
Being nice is a positive, on the upwards level,
Going the upwards way, it’s something warm;
Gravity sits to allow trees to grow, no bevel,
Plants, planes, buildings, sky-scrapers form.
Leaves fall off the trees, plants photosynthesise,
Planes must land sometime, buildings get old,
Sky-scrapers are at risk of destroying the prize,
When weather threatens their structures bold.
So life says that when your frame is on the way up,
And you like people and show love for plane space,
When you could interject something kind, yup,
But don’t have to, and you do, ‘cos that’s your face.
Then you can be assured that in time, after a bit,
You’ll get back what you’ve given, for nothing,
Because what goes up must come back down, fit,
According to science’s law of gravity that’s moving.
Categories:
photosynthesise, inspirational, life, science, social,
Form: Quatrain