It's storming outside, in that
theatrical, brooding, wallowing...
Reveling Her workmanship complete,
as we stand in awe wonder...
-Glistening mountains-
Frigid above the earths' ground...
As skydivers Fall,
burnt from the Summer sun...
A glimpse of new life,
Splashing yellow and red streaks...
Leaves dance through the air,
While the trees talk to each other...
-Frozen teardrops fall-
A blanket of cold layers...
Transparent ribbon
swivels around my thumb...
They come in from all sides, an army with no mercy...
It's then that I find a stillness that's not only...
The blood of Gaia pulses through the timber
Of the old Oak tree, a vigorous behemoth...
The blowing of the breeze,
Swaying the beautifully created field of flowers...
Lavender pink sheets-
Overlapping each other...