Spring....

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Awake.

The trees yawn and stretch.

The flowers make a deep sigh.

The air has found life again.

The haze of winters falling sadness lifts.

She can smile again.

Warmth spreads in the light on her face.

It feels like a kiss.

The colors grow brighter by the minute.

The grass, greener.

The sky, bluer.

The change has begun.

The shadows fade.

Awake.

The wealth of sadness that was,

Is merely a memory now.

One that soon will be forgotten.

She lives in beauty now.

She lives in the sun and the sweetness.

Her joy found in roses.

Her hope found in porch swings.

 

She came back to life.

-Amanda Harman

Winter....

 

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Silence

The air stings her lungs as she breathes in....out.

The world is a blanket of white around her

How ironic

There was no warmth to be found in this covering

No shelter

No protection

But she was grateful for its concealment

It hid the flaws and imperfections

Making all around her one

A clean slate

Purity

Even if it was only temporary

Silence

The chill that had set in

Like a million tiny earthquakes

Shaking her body

But the warmth had left her long before then

A coldness that couldn't be undone with a coat

Or a hot glass of cider

The earth broke under her feet 

Each footstep shattering the snow beneath

Leaving a trail of destruction on this serenity

 She crosses the street

She stops, glances upward

Snow dances from the sky

It falls on her cheeks

Leaving the slightest drops of moisture

Oh wait

Those are tears

Black night

Frozen life

Will warmth return?

Silence

- Amanda Harman

Fall....

They remark at her beauty

She is glorious colors

She attracts their eyes with her bright hues

Such a contrast to the greens of summer

She is lit up like a roaring fire

But what they see as glory, is the beginning of an ending

Death becomes her

Ready to hide her glory

The Sun no longer feeds her the way He used to

Nothing to feed her beauty

She is shutting down inside

She is falling asleep

 Maybe just to survive the winter

Maybe just to hide her shame

 Soon she will be naked and exposed

Nothing to hide behind

Nothing to distract

Just her crooked branches

Her tangled roots

Like curled fingers digging into the earth

Holding on for dear life as harsh winds blow

 It won't be long now

Her eyes are heavy

Her branches weary

Gaze upon her one last time

See only her beauty

Remember her this way

Death becomes her

Its not just the wind

She's waving goodbye. 

-Amanda Harman