Stolen breath - 2017

As the trees choke,
leaves fade from a healthy green
to a breathless crimson
and falling limp to the ground,
they are soon to rot come the Spring.
The frost creeps through the grass,
birthed from the chills
of an oncoming winter,
sucking life from those
not strong enough to continue.

Make way for winter.

A bird frozen to the ground flutters
helplessly.
Time stops as the red feathers
fall to the ground,
blood spatters the snow
steaming with a life recently lost.
Snowflakes stained red fall thick
to the ground.
A silent symphony.

Make way for the night.

a preserved tranquility resonates
through the trees,
unaware of the gore
that soaks their roots
and gives them life.
a soft hush as creatures breathe their last.

Make way for death.

Hushed are the voices of the trees,
for they mourn.
Gone are the tender kisses of the breeze,
for Winter has stolen them.
Lying in fragments beneath the snow
are the last breaths of those long gone,
preserved by death's wrath.

Make way for despair.

Author's Note

Please criticize.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, the winter has stolen those tender kisses.

i like how you interspersed the "make way" lines...
the poem within the poem...

and you give a stark, cold perspective that is true...winter has no mercy---it mass murders nature---and on the human side...those already dead lie under the surface, protected---
next to last line, did you mean "death's wrath"?

nice alliteration graces this also...

j.

[SariahM]

Thank you for the wonderful insight, and also thank you for catching that last bit. I never thought about how that could happen... "a poem within a poem."

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the complete poem. I liked how you described the coming of Winter and the death of Summer. Your words worthwhile and understandable. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[lightsong]

Your descriptions for the season is different from what I've read before, they way Your words flow fill the space of what You want, despair.... Your emotion delivered so greatly, even before reaching Your end I was thinking how Your lifeless feelings of winter are flowing through the emptiness Your poem putted the mood of, a really wonderful poem my friend!