Seasons
warmth, rebirth...
Early
sounds of morning...
Snow's intimacy-
Vapor pooling onto script...
Ruffled feathers
and a crows watchful eye...
As the rain melts away, upon the horizon
transcends an iridescence of crystalline colour...
You are the swift killer
the true king of the north...
** This is my first attempt at an Etheree**
Pure...
Within a violet lullaby
she sang to me so sweetly...
It begs for the blood
to kiss its pale white petal...
Old Daddy Oak has one last dance in his heart
He sway his branches, and shakes his leaves...
Over umbrella
Raindrops fall making that sound...
I once climbed your
humongous branches...