Flowers shed crumpled tears
Petals surrender to autumn time
Wispy breaths of winds too near
Creates a stir, amid silent sighs

Hope withered, against the gale
Mournful cries of broken stems
Blooms strewn across the dell
Beauties gone, life slowly ends

Winter comes, yet it goes
Song of spring soon prevails
Who remembers, after the snows
Forestlands caught tears that fell

© C.E. Vance