Dirty Skies




Dirty skies
Gray
Dark
Empty


Numbing


Advancing
Encouraging surrender to unrelenting frosty gloom
Shrouding all in impetuous doom


Brown, dry, brittle, and frail
Battered
Weakened
Vulnerable
Delivered upon death's threshold
They're stretching toward the cruel oppressor
Begging


They know


Brilliant foliage of open fields -
Stripped
Manicured lawns, rooftop gardens -
Shriveled
Butchered
Majestic forests -
Exposed
Facing winter's cold truth with nothing more than their towering skeletal remains


All they hear now is none
All they see is eclipsed and somber
Determined to withstand the frigid assault
They reach to the desolate haze
Driven
Persistent
Insistent
They understand


They know


Knowledge comes not from sentience, logic or even consciousness
Faith not born from persuasion
Still, they know


Reaching
Intently
Relentlessly
Incessantly
Eternally
The time will come



Demanding
Beloved spring will be thine
Involuntary hibernation revolt!
'tis you, unforeseen deluge, that will succumb to spring's dawning!!


Skies clear
Sun's curing rays liberated
Sheltered, concealed buds emancipated
Buried sprouts escape their hardened tomb bursting with renewed plenitude
Scents, textures and hues of infinite variety now rise
Songs of life bellow to the heavens on the warm breeze


The once indignant sky is presented it’s reward
Genesis from seeming remnants of death


They knew...


I KNEW

JoC