Meanings and Seasons

Words bend

In winds too strong for mortal,

Letters mix,

Creating undecipherable message.

Understanding is unclear

When the sun always sets

Disturbing the light

Meant to show the way.

Green leaves

Shine bright when the sun is warm,

Illuminated like butterfly wings

Giving earthly hue to faces

And changing the tone

Of words from crusted lips.

Fall turns fresh

To dusty brown,

Crumbles ink stained papers

That become fragments in quaking hands,

Wind captures pieces

And scatters them across

Green grass stopping short

At freshly disturbed dirt.

Words are broken,

Drowned, and burned

By nature’s temperaments,

Loosened by the moon’s desires.

And still-

We look at the beautiful humanity of nature

Even as humanity is destroyed

By our nature.