Four Wings
By: Jamie Rodrigues

The sky is crying the coldest of tears,
One last drop until the sky clears.
Glistening meadows with flowers and clover,
One more rain, before it is all over.

The dampness has faded and the rivers run low,
The mirror in the water, with the red, orange glow.
The heat on their skin, is too much to bare,
The mud on the banks and the flies in the air.

The warmth from the flare is beginning to cease,
For the chill in the air spreads autumn’s disease.
Ashes of leaves are stained on earth’s ground,
For the death of autumn has been hastily found.

With autumn departed and winter be born,
The rivers are still left only to mourn.
When the death of winter completes the chain,
The four wings of earth shall start again.