Season's Whispers

Season's Whispers

Spring arrives as winter chill's forsaken.
Flora wakes to the budding of its leaves,
and days breeze by in butterfly whispers.

In a swirl of dust, the devil whispers
to a slow-baked earth that rain's forsaken,
and summer swelter hides amidst still leaves.

Flying webs drift among the falling leaves.
Colors wither in winter's white whispers,
and seasons past are too soon forsaken.

Quietly forsaken are whispers of leaves.




10 line Tritina/3 tercets and one final line. End words are repeated in a pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, the last line contains all 3 words