Poetry 0.9

Storms of the year

White crisp clear and froze.
Time stands perfectly dark in the stillness
Fresh powder cools the worlds burns
Pause the water flow from weeping to scar.

Dryness, colour, fragrance, and anew.
The world spins to life to extend the light
Babies due to test the strength
Are they worthy of the chance given?

Sweltering, blinding, heat and burning.
So hot distant eyes only see in waves wobble
Skin redden blister peel pain
Leaf and bark feast gluttonous in preparation.

Damp, cool, heavy and releaving.
A large breath a sigh water washes away fire
Floods to drowning muggy dullness
Leaves fall dorment to out sleep the freeze.