Floriferous Poems - The Renewal.

Foliage descends onto the woodland floor,
a comforting weighted blanket of decay
ceaselessness of time,
an enveloping fog of boundless gloom.

The mossy stench of decomposition,
woven into the air,
the leaves litter the damp ground,
forming a warm, heavy carpet.

The sallow gaunt bones of branches,
starkly exposed under the ethereal golden rays,
beaming through the hollow rib cage of trees,
warmth spreading through the veins of the bark.

The soft warm sunlight glimmering,
floating spores descend onto the leaves,
the dew drops settle,
like delicately embroidered lace.

The darkness slowly begins to lift,
the heaviness and decay,
glides gently away with the warm breeze,
the hopeful renewal begins.

Ferns with their small fronds,
uncoiling like tiny springs,
Stretching, the vivid green leaves begin to unfold,
the lungs of the trees exhale, the woodland takes in a deep brag of fresh air.

The warming green haze and the golden rays,
disguises the knowledge,
that those long, bright summer days,
can only exist, with the inevitable demise.