a sea of coloration radiated from the dark
It is a homage to my S.A.D. and the necessity to find glimmers of light in the dark during the changing of the seasons.
Virginia Creeper
Weighed down with bags of shopping,
Heavy thoughts and weather grey,
I trudged on like a zombie
through the car-parks empty bays.
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“Get home” was my drab mantra,
Through the autumn cold I traipsed
When, my footsteps turned a corner,
Changed my mundane worlds landscape.
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At the library’s rear pathway
There, my breath caught at a sight,
Which swiftly helped to lift me from
My peevish, sorry plight…
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….as a sea of coloration
radiated from the dark,
draped lavishly emblazoned
across the library wall’s car-park.
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Golds, yellows, ambers, reds
And other warm, rich flames,
Shone brightly from a leafy bed
Of Virginia’s full flushed veins.
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I saw a bench fortune had placed
Across from my sweet treasure found,
As though it knew, this sweet spot graced
To stun spectators homeward bound.
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I do not know how long I sat there,
Drinking in your beauties bliss
The grey and cold of my prior mood
Replaced, instead with your warm kiss.
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I thought of you again that night,
Resolved the next day to return.
But, When I did to my soul’s plight
I found your beauty had fast burned.
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The winds had stripped most of your splendor
All scattered below where you’d plumed.
Car wheels and rain had turned your tender
leaves to mush, which once so bloomed.
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But, for a moment I did mourn
The transience of nature’s way.
As I knew, your flames would be re-bourn:
Ignited in next year’s display!
Laura Turner
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