Gentle Glow to Leave Us

Fall is coming slowly, but gently, even though spring will never leave us if we understand our true hearts-

 

~ Gentle Glow to Leave Us ~

 

The exquisite eyes can see,

And the blue-bells, with their meritable flowing dress,

That speaks to entrenched, incarnate measures,

While gracing beneath the sun,

Immeasurable lust kept glowing,

For the eye’s wakening,

And a refreshed soul that now,

Allowed itself to,

Flourish enriched as with,

The golden swell of sunlight,

That gently touched upon its leaves,

And the bluebells soft vision-

A structure that had been,

And a soft re-birthing,

Of the life that it so desperately needed,

As its leaves changed,

And it began to wither,

To deconstruct itself with weather-

Giving its gentle glow to leave us,

So that one again might see-

Its sweet love, at again the next spring’s reaping.