Asleep by the lake
slithery, slippery snake...
Fall leaves cascade
rapidly upon sodden moss...
Like a wisp of wind
or scattering of leaves...
Enveloped with mist;
Illuminative moon rays...
Pure drops of beauty
Reflections in mornings sun...
Elegantly landing among an emerald shaded leaf,
painted aura wings shall electrify a sunlit...
I could reach out
and touch you...
As white snow falls from the sky...
The floor beneath me changes...
Poets sleep on a cold mountain of longing,
amongst shadows of winter as oceans cry...
Walking outside, inhaling the beauty, breathtaking
first fallen snow captivates my soul...
Fair Aurora,
Paints her sky with brush strokes of amethyst...
--
through a million prisms...