Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

The Only Children to Die Content

Poetry By: reowine

It's a short poem about leaves and nature.

Submitted:Feb 2, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Papaya painted leaves display the emergence of a renewed cycle.

Their tender skin not yet a burning sandstone.

But as the cold grows stronger, they succumb to the aridity

Their brittle bodies deteriorate into charred clay.

Then those crisp, fragile sculptures soar with a gale.

They do not depart with reluctance, as this process is accepted.

The essential part of nature when brood springs anew.


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.