After winter dies, born is spring
Renewing the life of everything...
Tongue of icicles
fondles quivering waters...
As day turns to night
the northern lights dance, flowing...
The music of stringed instruments linger
braising ruby lips...
Exalted: beauty...
murmuring via the wind...
Gushing gales
vibrant blossoms on grasslands...
The sky like a piece of canvas..
Colorful colors of blue, peach and pink...
Coming back down from the Boreal forest,
The little twittering song birds gather with zest...
The Falling Lady
- Of a constellation in the night sky...
Radiating through violet shadows
resplendent rays of moonlit charm...
Up before the sun is old
A wheeling car, a curving road...
A collaboration between
Linda R. OConnell...