Sunday, July 28, 2024

The unsaid



Summer

The flowers exuding musty fragrance 

The head reeling in woody summer breeze

The brows bearing , squinting 

The harsh rays , the body shrivelling 

Before the fireball mellows into beautiful hues


Autumn

The granneries filled wary of days ahead

Beautiful now and stepping down slowly 

Knowing time to blend in soil

Knowing the time coming 

To stay still


Winter

That which is not said

Remain suspended in the mist

Sometimes warmed by the breath 

And then turning into drops 

Falling warmly on the chest


Spring

And when endless waiting 

In eternity ends for a while

The heart of the kernel breaks

Giving away everything that could be held

Knowing everything would return in time