butter

You melt like butter before people who hurt you.

grey skies

grey skies reflect human endeavors to destroy everything in the process of attempting to be successful.

summer woes

in the summer,the sun burns his brand into my skini bake in the heat, hunkering in the shade. in the summer,i fear the outsidewhen the earth hurts a little more,when i wilt a little more. in the summereverything looks different,the harsh light begs you to see the brightin life. in the summer, everything a bit

summer

summer relaxation.

say goodbye

spring must come to an end. and, when i feel the pain of the cold bite my bones, i must say goodbye.

seasons personified

spring immortal youth shines,rain and warmth forged gentle skiesunder gold heavens summer and icarus died,golden pride burning awayblue waters calm rage autumn Death carried summer,fair mistress buried beneathshroud of burnt red leaves winter exhaling last breath,now Death returned to claim allwhite snow – the graveyard

seasons

passage of the seasons.

passing of spring

without realizingspring had not yet passed,summer bore down onweeping peasants,shattering their cropswith its laser rays,until soft-hearted green-leafed springwas melted away.

seasons

unto the beginning of winterwhere snow shalt falland branches bare bear their souls proudto silver-lined skies weepingpearly treasures fallen from the heavens. unto the beginning of springand flowers shalt bloombearing altruistic honey-suckled petalsopen to six-legged outcasts flying free in the light breeze. unto the beginning of summerwhere the sun shalt beam its angry beamson shriveled