Petals of azure.
Have to say still not sure.
A spring in the step.
Placing your bet.
Thorns on the shaft.
Moments being daft.
Hue of lime green.
I’m feeling mean.
Stab through the skin.
Calling it a win.
Soon it will wilt.
Months filled with guilt.
End of an era.
Never been clearer.
Loss of the leaves.
Stolen by thieves.
Dance on the wind.
Obsessed ’til sinned.
Withering away.
Natures finality.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 