Last Dance of the Perennial Blossoms

A vivid description of a flower wilting under light snowfall

Gliding through the air; falling like

Graceful wisps of silver,

The snowflakes coat the earth.

A blanket of frost speads itself delicately

On the ground among the flowers and weeds.

In the wicked winter wind,

Foliage sways to and fro,

As if performing a dance

For an unseen audience.

Snow-touched petals, weary from the wind,

Wilt and wither in waiting

For a sun that will no longer shine.

One by one, like shards of broken glass,

Silken petals fall in defeat.

 

In the sky,

The snowflakes continue to drift downward,

Millions of eyes watching the last dance of the perennial blossoms.

Reviews

[Legion]

What a depressing visual. Great poem though. You painted a picture vividly with it. Well done.