Quiessence

It seems as if it took moments

For blue skies to turn grey

Summer's sweet, sacred sun

Fell into shadow

Leaving only saturated autumnal silence

Winter's breath sends its bracing sigh into the days

Ephemeral, but omenous

Radiant leaves of bright orange, yellow and flame

Turn to brown

As I shiver and rattle

And turn pale

Without the sun's loving, warm embrace

The embers of the sky smolder into ash

The brumal days march closer

I close my eyes

Open my heart

And repose in slumber

Waiting for Spring

To rise like a phoenix

That we all might take wing

And soar

Beckoned by the loving gaze

Of blue skies once again