Effervescing Petrichor

The snow around these parts tend to linger like a moth to a flame. Old man winter is always hard-pressed to just get up and go away. But winter seemed to finally being losing its tightening bodice upon the land, though in the distance, white could still be seen overlapping mountain tips that never disappeared even in the hottest of summers. Strange how that works when you come to think about it.

Still, the winds of change, the rainfall upon the land, dances, and romances, bringing a natural beauty to life. Flowers open their petals like greeting an old friend. The grass grows a little greener, the leaves on the trees spruce up as they capture raindrops. Rivers and lakes swell and when clouds burst open, a sort of magic appears with reds, purples, yellows, and on rare days, you will see twin rainbows gracing a sea-blue sky.

What was, before the tides of frosty winter did sink into the dark recess giving way to a spring, did fade and die. But as with years past, it will happen again, Death of nature is a recurring theme. Even in its death, it holds a certain beauty.

Perhaps, one day, the earth will stop turning, the skies will turn black, and all life as we know it now, will cease in all its glory. After all, life and death have partnered together since time began. But that day, that time is still far away, yet we should all give prayer this never happens.

Meanwhile, today is a good day to take my grandson fishing.

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This short-short story is based on a poem written by slnmten. Those who follow her on Prose know her as Navila.

Thank ye for allowing me this opportunity, Navila.

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I knew you by a different name

Golden effervescence

Gorged petrichor

Cloudburst dance upon tongue

West winds loosening the bodice of winter

Phased blooms promising death

Prayer upon dead earth.