Sovereign
She waits beneath the shadows
Of the flower as it blooms
Where she awakened from a trance
In a frigid, narrow tomb.
She creeps upon her silently
Her patience has outgrown
Coiling the ruler's flaxen hair
To wrench her from the throne.
Crimson flume set billowing
As current began to rise
The winds unleash her minions
To gather up her prize.
With crack to gnarled branch-
Warmth dropped a single tear
The sun to gaze reluctant
Then back away with fear.
Chill wraps about the forest
Amber judgment will survey
As jewels from her scepter
Mirror imitation for display.
She calls harvest swaying crop
And flocks leave her domain-
Expelling the siblings lazy days
Control bends to her reclaim.
As the meadows give to genuflect
The fate of their demise
They scatter seed to whims of breeze
And the guidance of her sighs.
She enchants the golden queen
To keep a slumbered dream
For there can only be one leader
As the sister holds regime.
Upon a sunflower rests her head
As she’s lowered to the ground
Autumn, takes reign of the season
As Summer- falls her crown.
And thus the cycle is continued
Since Mother Nature gave to birth
Four daughters who battle sovereign seat
Their tenet upon this earth.
Sherrie Ball © 2010