Her Soft Brown Skin

Buzz Bray

Her soft brown skin

Is barely visible

Beneath her adornment.

She prepares in a happy splash of colors

For sleep,

Offering sweet memories of summer.

A token of consolation

For the winter now not far off.

She yawns in mild fall breezes

And adorns the sunrise and sunset with fiery beauty.

The lake is quiet now,

The roar of summer gone.

Intimate, almost holy.

Listen closely and hear the trees whisper

And hear her reply.

Feel the sun reassure

For while the endless cycle repeats

And the sap ebbs only to flow again in spring,

The wonder is that

She shines brilliant with the seasons.

Making each of us a leaf, blazing with color,

Knowing that spring will return.

So we shine and contribute our part of her pallet,

Thinking sweet memories of summer, while

She yawns in mild fall breezes.

  • Author: Buzz Bray (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 4th, 2022 22:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: Marsh Creek is a magical place. The seasons reveal the contours of the Earth.
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 21
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • Rozina

    Amazing description. Must be so beautiful to be here.

    • Buzz Bray

      Thank you.

    • L. B. Mek

      stunning achievement!
      grabbed my imagination
      and shoved me
      into an emotive whirlpool
      of vivid imagery and a gentle
      subtly accented, portrait
      depicting the wondrous beauty
      that is Gaia's
      endlessly captivating, sublimity...
      (thanks for sharing
      and Happy New year!)

    • GardenDelights

      Love the personification of nature here. A lovely tale involving the natural world. The sun does have a changing role as the seasons march on.

      • Buzz Bray

        Thank You. The place I describe is a state park near me. It is magical. And when you behold the contours of Earth, it IS an intimate experience. The sun in your face during late Autumn is wonderful, promising it's return.



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