In response to Your Daily Word Prompt, November 6th, “ardent.”
She noticed today, that autumn takes a lot to fade,
as every day
hues of red, gold, and bold,
burst as they are on display,
and even as they brush the ground on which they lay.
Some leaves cling onto the last stages of their fragile life,
whilst the wrath of the winter wind moves them ardently on.
The heat of the sun inflames the remainder of summer’s golden hue on those that remain, tightly bound to their ship of safety.
Ardent masses of golden warmth which remind us of those endless summer days long lost;
days spent dipping in and out of the warmth of the ocean,
As we glide with each other, always set in sync and in motion.
In a few circuits of winter’s clock, even those that impassioned themselves to safety, will be long lost.
Turned over gradually, until they form the ground’s blanket of moss.
She plummeted her way through Winter’s destruction, marveling at autumn’s ardent display,
always putting up a fight,
a final show of the fading, haze filled light.
Violet Daniels 