Sunday, July 15, 2012


Blossoms by the billions bloom
to gorge on glitter they consume
that sprinkles downward from the sun
through swirling clouds the wind has spun

just yesterday the trees were bare
and needy limbs displayed despair
tomorrow they'll sport vibrant garb
before the bite of bitter barb

unending cycles generate
the past which we perpetuate
a constant dance with days of doom
as blossoms by the billions bloom.


Shirley Allard said...

And such is life. This is beautiful. :)

rch said...

Thanks Shirley!