The now docile hillside is speckled with remnants
Of weathered skin tones of diluted mixtures,
Polka dotting the fading fabric of Spring's greenery
With watereddown pastel petals of withered textures.
For those golden threads of vivid grand gesture
That once sewed those bountiful fields of grandeur,
With knitted corsages of brightly embroidered yarns
No longer embellish their springtime glossy splendor.
As Mother Nature's collage of florals lose their luster
And their multicolored bloodlines start to stray,
Her earthly woven bouquets of decomposing flowers
Slowly start to highlight their seasonable decay.
For now those once flourishing meadows of pigments
That were crossstitched with blossoming delight,
Is now overshadowed with underlining discoloration
From those Fall undertones that overtake their limelight.