Certainly revealed...by an Angel

This is what I have been trying to post, failing to achieve that until Marie, also known as Angel9991, unlocked the procedure. For those who don't know the Chinese Toon, the earlier posts, together with the following poem, will reveal all.

I just wanted to share with readers, my fascination with its seasonal cycle.

Chinese Toon

Winter

Masquerading as
A gorgon’s head!
Startled serpents,
Stretching for the sky!

Spring

Stirring

Blood red snake tongues
Tentatively
Tasting the air.
Timidly venturing
Into weak spring daylight.

Encouraged.
Extending into
Bright pink tendrils
And beyond
Blushing in the broadening spring;
Putty in the alchemist’s hands,
Paling from rose madder.

Overnight
The tendrils mature;
A sniff of summer;
A celebration of grass green
Overcomes the faded taupe
And flutters in full multi-leafed
Splendour.

Summer

Emerald
Fronds in the summer sun
Flirting with the fickle eddies;
Pan’s pipes playing
To vanity.
Conceit
Blinds the eye
To the devastation of the rays
Upon the verdure;
The creeping stain of fawn
Upon the fading flush of youth
Heralds the wily closing
Of the Fall.

Autumn

Rapidly
The fronds are shed;
The deceit revealed
For all to see.
Serpents no more!
Those lying limbs
So recently encased
In petticoats of rose and green,
Stand naked,
Unashamed,
To defy the world
Of winter’s herald,
And thrusts their scornful phalli
To the sky.

FRH. 2004