Velvet Period

As the days start to grow, the dew dries faster in the morning Creation from every crack that has found an onset for life Antlers are welcomed from crowns shaking off April showers Deer feed and bloom, flowing brave saplings based at elm trees Till fall they will breathe through delicate bronze velvet Luxury fueling mass expansion for a harsher purpose They match the trees branching out and up Yearning to block what sun touches ground Time deepens them to ever changing shades of auburn The earth they mimic, controls their life and expansion Fall rapes the branches of their leaves and delicate beauty Ambers, honeys, and peaches die back to dead terra-cotta Cold winds crack the bark that hugged trees through storms Even ice can burn, leaving nothing but a deep dismal umber Deer dispute off their light velvet inflicting blood tears The bark once a russet beige, slashed with a scarlet hue Emerged is blood stained stone daggers where docile growth once thrived Aggression beams within and out, now they crash and clatter for mates They depart faster than they arose, before the snow melts Dead weight now, the impersonal mating season is over They fall heavy, given no sorrows or second thoughts Then the earth bitterly seizes what was lent, once more