Crisp, fresh, magical. The glorious white fields await the eager squeals.
Ice-laden trees sprinkle their glittering magic, across the winter scene,
Like a sparkling illusion, the dullest lands contemplate illustrious wonder,
Deep rooted in our souls, a spiritual calling whispers out to our pasts,
Calling to arms the child within.
Excitement overspills onto the icy flood.
Urging to experience, to feel, to touch... as though for the first time.
Picturing ancestors from eons gone by, in awe of frozen artworks,
What beautiful demon passed his cold touch over berry and thorn?
Painted each branch with a thousand million tiny crystal towers?
Life's stunning perfection, standing perfectly still in its glacial form.
Inspired by the photo prompt at Magpie Tales
5 comments:
Elegant. Very nice.
Such stunning icy imagery here!
/What beautiful demon passed his
cold touch/ indeed; a grand poem,
pregnant prose and fairy winged
ride over a winter landscape some
of us do not stop long enough to
fully appreciate. Nice step up from
the leanness of twitter speak and
poetry.
brilliant magpie.
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