As eternities signature the majesty of curling blue spirals calm waters as they slap a dazzling sheet of glass shimmering as the sun rises in the East
Summer like a gunshot heard out to sea heralds the first day of the year nay birth itself
Autumn the thief of night creeps sideways as a cancer … aware of his crimes yet efficient in his confiscation of all the beams of sunlight as if they never saw the light of day
He heeds no critic his knife concealed yet meancing cold as an assassin of the dawn
Mark him … the cool temper of his weapon is warmed only by his victims blood
Winters naked wraith of near dead trees scrape the golden sky at sunset for sustainance yet by its own irony of design none exists … foals collapse in the exhaustion of parched heat … as if they were thawed out in an ice flow of history melted in these days of no return … their days of plenitude long gone
Through a narrow fenestration of hope escaping the prison cell of winter
Spring makes an heroic escape
No chilled bars of old fractured steel can entomb it forever
The light breaks welcome as dawn after the darkest night
Cautious at first the buds of green emerge to seek the warmth then expode into a riot of colours their optimism unleashed
Flowers of every creed proclaim a new dawn
Flynnpoetry 