Seasons

The vast canvas of fate stretches 

far and wide; the brushes lie in wait

& silently their time bide, as the strokes

of the brush draw a new season,

they paint your life with many a new reason.

As the flowers of the spring beneath 

the heart bloom and wash away the pain

and the gloom; the summer sun shines

and drives away the dark, resplendent 

in the light you the joyous song hark.

Once in a while the colour of life 

turns a little dark; like the 

autumn leaves, the shade of a lark.

The white windy winter, the snow

covered pine; lays bare the canvas 

& washes over the colour from thine.

The beginning of the end or the end

of the beginning? In a distance you see

a bright light shimmering;death embraces you

begins a new beginning; like star crossed 

lovers life and death and life.

Reviews

[heiots]

This is a gem. I love the layering of life and art - "vast canvas of fate," " strokes of the brush draw a new season," "wash away the pain and the gloom," and "the colour of life turns a little dark." Metaphors are my absolute favourite.

Great work!

[Devesh]

Thank you! :)

[Madison O'Dwyer]

Another jewel within Writescafe, I loved every line. Thank you for sharing :)

[Devesh]

Thank you for reading, that means a lot, coming from you :)