i. Winter’s Breath
Frosted whispers weave the night,
Tendrils curling, stars alight,
A tapestry of silence sewn,
In crystal shards, the chill is grown.
ii. Spring’s Awakening
Beneath the shroud, the earth will sigh,
Green fingers stretch, the blooms comply,
A riddle spoken in budding leaves,
Where sunlit laughter softly weaves.
iii. Summer’s Rapture
Heat dances on the pavement’s grin,
A riotous glow where shadows spin,
Melodies of cicadas hum,
And golden hours come undone.
iv. Autumn’s Lament
The wind becomes a poet’s hand,
Ink of dusk spills over land,
Leaves pirouette, a fading song,
In twilight’s embrace, we linger long.
v. The Cycle Unfolds
Each season turns, a clock unwound,
In spirals strange, our roots are found,
The earth, a canvas, vast and bold,
In every shade, a story told.
vi. Nature’s Embrace
We dance along the edges blurred,
In moments lost, in breaths unheard,
For life’s own rhythm, wild and free,
Is painted in this symphony.
vii. The Stranger Within
Embrace the odd, the unseen grace,
The fleeting time, the empty space,
For in this dance of ebb and flow,
We find the seeds of what we sow.
Luke Ross is an accomplished yet humble writer with beginnings in poetry and roots in “LA Urban street style writing.” He takes inspiration from famous and historic poets such as William Blake, Robert Frost, and Alexander Pope.