Frost on a windowpane
Delicate as a rose,
Cold as a tumbling waterfall
Fragile as our impermanent lives.
Fireworks on New Years Eve
Bright as the eye of a child
Loud as the music of the heart
Beautiful as another year.
Stories told by the old
Exciting as a new day
wise as the kings of yesteryear
Captivating as a summer storm.
This life is a metaphor,
And a simile within a metaphor.
Is this poem about life,
Or love, or fireworks, or stories?
Listen to the colors
Hear the aromas
Smell the salt in the storm.
