Transience of Life

16 Nov

Fog lies like a damp blanket in the valley,

Soon to burn away with the rising winter sun.

Yellow and red leaves fall softly and silently,

Decorating the forest floor with their colourful pattern.

A fading flower bows its head to nature’s need

And succumbs to the all consuming developing seed.

Balancing on the blade of a knife,

The delicate transience of life.

Craig (01/06/2021)

Craig Buller

Treadmill in my head