Her Seasons

                             Rapidly careening                             

toward fall,

his foliage colored brilliantly.

He stood

strong, tall, erect.

She had begun to gnarl.

Naked limbs

exposed the truth.

She longed for spring,

when delicate blossoms

clothed her

in fragrant elegance,

but spring was long past.

He claimed she was still beautiful

and sheltered her

in the shadow

of his magnificence.

She shivered

knowing the lie,

feeling the chill in the air,

and tried to hide

her exfoliating.

Reviews

[Michael X]

This is really well written, the detail provides a metaphorically clear depiction describing the seasons
of life and love, there are many aspects to this piece, and your words leave a specific impression of
desire upon the reader, the words are a colorful choice. and bring the image to life, there's intention
of relationship in a broad sense, liken to soul and its connection to the planet, beautifully imagined.