Things Fade

Golden sunset of a million hues
Brilliant painting on palettes of bluest sky
Birds cry ,echoes of the ages as the wing their way to oblivion
Things fade
The colors pale, turn violent
Hues of blackest blue ,purples
Bruises

Delicate flowers
Rearing gentle heads on slender stems
Adorned in festive silks ,gifts of the rainbow
Gems bestowed to those harlequin angels
Things fade
Harsh winter winds wither those to soft to with stand
Silk is mottled by rain
these heads are held high no more
slender stems bow down to the cold maker

Things fade
Cold hearts bear cold wombs
Frozen children, devoid of emotion
Living for those icicles that pierce the heart
No beauty ,no love.