Death seems like.....

Autumns sunflamed trees now skeleton bare.
The empty branches resembling the neuronic brain,
but no activity there….
 
Winters cold tendrils grip  even the warmest heart.
The snow blankets all life, and hides stark beauty.
The ice numbs…..
 
Summers sun scorching the earth and drying the rivers.
Fish dying in mud filled pools and foundations cracking.
Tender plants succumbing……
 
Spring  so indecisive, a poor mans summer
Constant rain, melting the snow covered secrets kept hidden by winter,
yet maybe a whisper of the promise of renewal……..