Petals lightly bent
painted blood red and pink...
Lingering nights
beckoned by the pale moon...
Overpowering cold,
envelops the white tundra...
The days furry settles,
uncovering a new world...
Gushing gales
vibrant blossoms on grasslands...
Oh heavens high, where are you now?
I searched for you within the clouds...
Exalted: beauty...
murmuring via the wind...
The wind.
What is the wind to me...
A leaf curls like ash
wafting downward dry and grey...
A perfect prism in singular fashion,
cold to touch but full of passion...
Do not want to rain on anyone's parades
Water is much heavier than atmosphere...
Snow fall covers land
like the flowing river, still...