Just as Spring awakens,
A world of golden hues.
Faded floras’ textures,
Glimpses of old news.
Gone but not forgotten.
Skeletons en mass.
Ancient beauty reckons.
Reflects life of a past.
Freshened are the seedlings,
Forgetting whence they came.
Old news is always welcome.
Familiar not the same.
A breeze, the dusty scatter.
Old news we’ve come to know.
Green colors life inspired.
As seeds of Spring will sow.