Nature – A Poem

A large meadow looks down at a dense forest

Sun has set behind the trees

And the wind begins

to blow

As the temperature

drops

A flash of orange darts

across the meadow

disappearing into the

shadows

The open sky

a dark

romantic shade of

lavender

Dried leaves from the

naked trees lift into the

air. They dance

suspended by invisible hands

of Mother Nature

The music, the howl of

wind blowing through the

trees. A low hum,

hollow

whistle

Branches crash against branch

a harmonious echo

like the soft tone of

wooden wind chines

An owl –

it swoops

down

A cry pierces the night

Darker, darker

The clouds. Pregnant and bursting

suspended. Wind

howls and a shrill whistle

sounds as the air screams

Twisted between bare branches

Scratched,

Thrashed

through the rough

bark.

Dark grey and light twist

Moving together as if

a hand drags her brush

across the blank

canvas high above. Interwoven

shades swirl and

suddenly

the trees stop

swaying

shaking

shivering

A silent harmony begins

and the dance of the leaves end.

The last crackling leaf floating

to the ground

landing with a soft thud

as dust jumps around it.

Pause –

The world waits.

Silent. Calm,

cold.

The dance of winter begins

as the first snowflake falls

A tiny speckle in the air

suspended between clouds

floating

flipping

fluttering

It reaches the ground, followed

by a thousand of brothers,

sisters

A whispered splash

as they embrace the ground.