"Fall colors"
Like oil paints, the colors wash down the drain
Swirling, turning, drifting leaves across the dead damp dirt
Hues of cream, gold, browns and burnt sienna slowly blend and fade
As the chill in the breeze continues to numb the land
Children laugh and play in the streets, desperate for the long-lost summer sun to reappear
Darkness draws upon the ashen world and the sweet sounds of birds singing is stilled
The fruits of the land long-since reaped, now gnarled vines and frozen,
The bitter ground stands in an ominous silence of the Earth slumbering...
Then slowly the flakes begin to fall...
Change is inevitable...but for the Earth it is nearly a time to rest
The sea of life rains down upon the land
Bringing new hope with Her tears
Washing away the sorrow and pain
The cycle has begun again
© Holly Scholz, 2002