the harvest of the morning

Since the early poem posted today was a little depressing I figured that I would share one that was a little more joyful. I wrote this for a friendly competition at Pan Historia.


the boasting river canyon roars sleepily
seeping with blackened desire
and sneering darkly in happiness

autumn's sun appears slowly into the morning
as time decays with tenacity
the dawn paints indigo flushes

fruit ripens
and the stars twinkle through the fading night sky

the yearning butterfly sighs lightly
flailing with bloated longing
heavy with mirth

autumn kneels into chilly air
when nature retires with ease
each dewdrop sparkles in jealous green streaks

rising up
as the sun burns through the cloudless sky

a drifting autumn breeze soars cordially
wishing with burnt pain
and calling darkly towards summer

summer bows then glistening
the beams teasing filigree of melting frost
sunrise awakens across the horizon

a single drop swirls mockingly
moaning in outright splendor
and thrusting gently in love

autumn sun sighs softly into the wind
whilst night dreams in spontaneity

the sky pasted magenta mottles
a dew drop falls from a solitary leaf
as the harvest of the morning