under a scant sun winter throws his brume of snow. fields lie vanquished in lambent splendor and robed in frost, trees stand in mute glory under his imperial breath creation covets the hearth her haven, barren slumber: a bold consummation of autumn’s bounty the earth waits, a sleeping beauty ’til spring breaks upon the white…
under a scant sun
winter throws his brume
of snow. fields lie
vanquished in lambent
splendor and robed in frost,
trees stand
in mute glory
under his imperial breath
creation covets the hearth
her haven, barren slumber:
a bold consummation
of autumn’s bounty
the earth waits, a sleeping beauty
’til spring breaks
upon the white spell and
redeems her joy.
Lovely to read. I enjoyed this, per usual!
Per usual…Ha ha ha ha.
Thank you.
Appreciate the ongoing support.
Diana
This is breathtakingly beautiful, Diana. Spring will come.
Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
Thanks. =)
Oh this was incredible!
Ha ha ha. It is wonderful getting this comment from one whose avatar says Wide-eyed. =) Thank you.
Haha
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! <3
Thank you, dear Anna. Wishing you double likewise.
Love,
D.
Loved reading the poem. Wishing you a wonderful new year
Thank you so very much. Wishing you double likewise. =)
This has beauty written all over it (from start to finish).
Thanks, Kate!
I know I keep saying it, but you’re so great!!
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