Annually

A Poem by paperwizards

Now, whats this?
A long expected prophesy of colours cold?
Oranges cold and
Yellows cold that
Seem to burst to life under white light skies
That recur each and every year?
Bright gold
Dulling ‘neath shadow
Beating metal freezes to my touch
A shock and
A shiver it was
Unexpected; no warmth, it wasn’t enough
As I turned it over in my hands
I asked: will this be as much
As a true theory?
As the pattern starts to emerge
Each year and
Every year a
Deceiving flame sticks low to ground
In it’s dampness and forever dies
According to the weather’s random urge