Sheds
Still cold, the trees withers
A sigh a mourning beckons
The dawn the years foretold, ever changing course
As beliefs can cycles go
Still brief smell, one leaf falls
Another sheds, for the lamentation
Brought upon winters end
In the years passing by
Even a face like scorched desolates
A man fruits
Steadily at the changing appearance
Recovering from its scars
Past watersheds returning
And a cup in natures grasp
A lake forms and seep
Thus a seed draws
And return
And where he walked
Amongst the crops and growth
Famished, by the years of trials as
Ruthless ice, melting
By his touch and tender care
A flow recurs again
Sheds a soul in another's
As flora paints itself
Like a poet to
Another's life spring
I'm entering this for a spring contest, thought you guys would like to see if it's worthy enough




It's not a very serious contest though, if you get what I mean hehe. But thanks for pointing out that "over the head" thing. Was it too vague or not self explaining?
It reminds me of all my neighbours, suffering from the long spell of darkness, cold and grey weather.