A Secret Promise Kept
Photo copyrighted by Nickers and Ink.
Tucking It in –
A Rhyming Toss on Season’s Loss
The garden, now resigned to frost,
Adapts a dormancy, though tossed.
Spent blooms admit their youth has wrapped,
And stems to coming chill’s adapt.
The climate pirates colors all
To fell all flair for frosty fall.
A vandal violent is he
To conquer beauty heartlessly.
Yet hidden in a secret space,
The promise, silent, sets a pace.
Perhaps a season soon indeed
May one day winter supercede.
Posted for a variety of prompts:
Easy Street Prompts (“resigned)
Heads or Tails (“stop”)
Meme Express (“pirate”)
Monday Poetry Train (poem/s)
One Single Impression (“conquer”)
Simply Snickers (“adapt,” “admit” and “adopt”)
Theme Thursday (“climate change”)
Weekend Wordsmith (“vandal”)
Photo prompts:
Scenic Sunday (photo/s)
Sunday Stills (photo/s)
Thursday Challenge (photo/s)
Today’s Flowers (photo/s – flowers)
Wordless Wednesday (photo/s)
Very beautiful fountain with its simple design...
ReplyDeleteA lovely ode to a season's passing.
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Wow, A beautiful thought.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed these lines very much
"Spent blooms admit their youth has wrapped" and the last stanza was simply superb.
This is a wonderful tribute to the season we find ourselves in and the upcoming one as well. Lovely.
ReplyDeletePerhaps some day! But to hear that secret, to see it revealed....
ReplyDeleteI love your poem! Each line reached out and grabbed me...A vandal violent is he
ReplyDeleteTo conquer beauty heartlessly.
Very clever!
Thank you,
Angie B. Prince