The Cycle

Since it is a new year, I thought a little poem to celebrate should be in order.

It begins.

A flower blooms into life amongst the green, flutters in the breeze as the sun grows stronger.

It withers and rots as the green melts into oranges and reds.

The sun weakens.

Oranges and reds turn white as the air bites and the sun dies.

It ends.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A very depressing and stark trot through the seasons but very eloquently portrayed.