Foreseen Poem by Derrick Andrews

Solemn pines and dwarfed bushes seem to twinge at the reddened skies,
The malicious, demonic glow appears alive with bright amber sparks,
Though at the horizon, robin's egg blue meets the rolling field's eyes,
Whispering faintly to the skies, of its sinister birthmarks.

But the gleeful pond shimmers joyfully through,
Reflecting an atmosphere shockingly blue,
Mocking the skies blood, as if it were untrue,
Strands of bald cattails piercing its glowing skin through,
Lily pads cast aside from the center of view.

And while the tips of the pines seem to catch fire,
Victim to the intensity and heat, resembling a pyre
of the leaves and bark that resembles the scene,
Breathing slowly and faintly, exhaling blue-green,
But the boulder interrupts the bloom of chlorine,
Purging the picture, to perfect its hygiene,
Peeling back the lace of the exuberant screen,
As if predicting the dullness of a future foreseen.