The Reverse Spring.
Felt the heat coming.
Sighed in contentment.
Waited too long.
Did not let the leaves unfold completely.
Would just wait a bit before flowering.
The cold came back. Luckily nothing sprung out.
But the frost took a folded leaf.
It dropped slowly to the ground.
Dead and crumbled it turned to sour Soil.
Life could shine like gold.
Knew the heat had come now.
Looked forward in satisfaction.
Had probably waited long enough.
Let the leaves and flower unfold.
The cold came back. It shattered the fragile flowers and delicate leaves.
The frost took it all with an icy grasp of life.
Found every flower and every leaf. Leaves and flowers descended slowly to earth.
Dead and crumbled to sour Soil.
Life should shine like gold.
The heat is here now.
Look back with the longing.
Did wait too long.
Was never shown its flowery splendor.
The cold can be found in the dead flowers and leaves.
No miracle can bring the dead back to life.
The frost is has come to stay.
Seeking down to the roots to take the last.
Leaves and flowers will grace over you.
But like them, I will also die and crumble to sour Soil.
No life will ever shine forever like gold.