Layers

Looking west the rolling hills beckon
Lazily past the textured fields
Vision tumbles into rows of hedges
Seeking a stop where eyes can yield

A canopy of trees with their luscious tops
Formed as a response to the sun
Given permission to fill their crowns
With summer foliage merged as one

It is hardly scarce when summer’s light
Soars like a bird in the sky
Autumn arrives the light sinks down
Bidding the trees a long goodbye

The trees seek not to compete
Curbing their desire instead
In the presence of precious rays
Of yellows, oranges and reds

Their green essence disintegrating
Revealing a hidden spectrum
Of wonders unearthed in layers
Discovery of a secret kingdom

As leaves mulch into stillness
In darkness and deep silence
The winter light fades early
Locking away the vibrance

Soaking up the hushed whispers
The sun skirts the horizon
Until the reckoning of spring
Brings a verdant declaration

When light becomes abundant
The bloom breathes in deeply
A world awakens refreshed
And canopies leafy

(Cheryl Silvawood)