Poem
Leaves drift lazily
through the warm air.
The sun glints on the
floating shapes briefly,
Painting them in gold.
Petals dapple the floor
of the clearing,
A carpet of flowing
white.
Rays of golden sunlight
sieve through the thick foliage above.
Flowers stretch their
heads toward the sky,
Their petals each a
drop of sun.
A circle of trees
surround the glade,
Silent guardians.
Rustles in the leaves
Signal the approach of
a thrush.
The lilting song of the
sparrow and the rosy clouds gathering
Tell of the sun’s
setting.
Ribbons of light touch
the branches orange in the dying glow.
Colors blur into a haze
of
Liquid red-orange,
As if the glade had
been spun from a spool of sunlight.
Descriptive Paragraph
Lush leaves swayed above and the thin branches of the
willow dragged at the ground, ribbons of velvet, a curtain of foliage. Rising
into the air, the rich, loamy aroma of the damp earth dispersed in the soft
wind. The tall, wild stalks of grass dipped in the cool rush of air, the green
leaves rustling gently and the bright flowers bobbing in the wind, brilliant
splotches of color among the green foliage. The dense trees parted to reveal a
rushing stream meandering through the woods; the crystal-clear water leaped
into the air, each droplet a miniature sparkling, golden sun. Tinged orange, the
sky above was a picturesque painting, the puffy, white clouds wisps of cotton
candy. Streaks of red shot through the sky, smears of blood, and it looked as
if the sky itself were bleeding. The sun, a golden disc of flame high in the
sky, had begun to set. Bit by bit, the sun was being swallowed by the earth,
engulfed completely. Rays of dying sun-light lit the verdant clearing one final
time, bathing it in its incandescent glow, until the whole glade looked as if
it were spun from a spool of golden thread. A single rustle shattered the
silence, and a leaf drifted down lazily, zigzagging through the still air. As
the ribbon of sunlight hit it, the leaf shone as bright as a jewel, coated in
gold. But then, light slowly began to seep from the forest, as darkness eagerly
slipped in to replace it. Lurking in the gloom, shadows elongated, looming in
the swiftly dimming light, sinister. And night rose from its long slumber,
still lethargic, but would soon bring upon darkness to the world. A shadow
began to creep languidly over the leaf, and for a single moment, light and dark
fought for dominance, but the battle did not last, for darkness prevailed.
Shadows licked hungrily at it, devouring the leaf completely. The sun lingered
and seemed to hover above the horizon for a heartbeat, and then was swallowed.
Night had fallen.
