South Breeze, South Wind

Golden shafts of shimmering light

Frozen in a moment for eternity,

Grace the verdant fields.

They blossom in a riotous flame,

Driven by the influx of warmth.

They wither! They cower in primitive stance!

Afraid to face that which spawned them,

Their lifeblood drains out

Sapping the once powerful vitality

That commanded notice.

The gentle zephyr, full of love,

Now becomes a sulphurous blast

Straight from a dark pit full of demons.

The shafts melt down into the earth

Revealing stark lifelessness which crumbles

And is strewn about in callous patterns.

The sun peeks over the ruin,

And once more the receding cold freezes a carpet

Of golden jewels which go blithely to their death.