I listen to bell of transience, as one after
another my sprouts begin to wilt, to fade
until snow is covered, by bleeding drops
of red.
And red to pale, until the hour of sunset.
My heart torn as though nails of torment
being victims to constant climate change.
I gaze up to see an opposing cloud.
Oh! let unceasing an honest prayer reach,
and lend new life, to cast light upon each.
Let there be bloom, where deceased have
shed their leaves.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads
24 Responses
What a stunning image, Sanaa:
‘another my sprouts begin to wilt, to fade
until snow is covered, by bleeding drops
of red’.
Thank you so much Kim 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
Let there be bloom, where deceased have
shed their leaves.
Such a fabulous finale!
Thank you so much Kerry 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
I do hope that there will be another chance for blooming, even if the blooms won’t be as big or numerous as they would have been.
Definitely ❤ thanks for stopping by Rommy 🙂
I love that your last stanza is a prayer. All the loss can’t leave us without hope. If we lose that, then everything else will be gone too.
I agree, thank you so much Magaly 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
prayers, indeed!
Thank you so much Angie 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
Stunning imagery. If any flower could bleed it would be the rose.
Thank you so much Paul 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
I love this honest prayer, in all its bleeding pleading.
Thank you so much, De 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
I especially love your closing lines. Wonderful!
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I think there can be bloom again with such a prayer
Thank you so much, Bjorn 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
so long as the ground isn’t salted, we can always hope for new blooms ~
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Michael 🙂
Gorgeous language. And I’m sure we all echo your prayers.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤
Yes, let there be bloom… Such a poignant poem for the agony many of us feel.
Thank you so much, Susie 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️