Each delicate petal
dotted with black tears,
stands beautifully unique
in the Californian hills.
“It’s a dry season”
the farmer said to his wife.
“The cold air is coming”
she responded.
Colors flood the hillside.
Virulent reds, oranges and browns
take siege over what was,
at one time a life.
Standing in the field
of baby blue eyes,
the annual flowers writhe
as frost blankets the ground.
1 comment:
I really enjoyed this poem. I think it is very descriptive and I like that. You are not using the same descriptive words or phrases that are commonly used. You take a different approach in talking about these images. One of my favorite lines is:
Colors flood the hillside.
Virulent reds, oranges and browns
I love the whole image that is created with "Colors flooding,". All in all it is very good and I liked it.
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