Prompt: Breathe
Form: Terza Rima
Moist existence chills to peaks of frost,
Silver lace explodes in streaks of stars,
Mountain ridges, pine woods run across,
Northern flurries feather from afar.
And beyond the painted icy sweep -
Lands of sun-kissed white are all but sparse.
Touch embroidered cold with finger tip,
Melt a minute window on the glass,
Into winter's kingdom take a leap -
Hear crunch of snow with every step, as
Fresh, crisp air bites cheeks and nose to red
While flawless crystal fields get marked, alas.
Shake the hats of flakes from tree crowns that
Blooming clouds caught with each naked branch.
Breathe deeply in again, lest you forget
Nature's invigorating sleep's happy range.
No comments:
Post a Comment