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Ian Neiswinter May 2014
Snow covers the land.
Not a whisper to be heard,
But my own heartbeat.
Ian Neiswinter May 2014
Spring brings bright colors,
Beside the morning scent of
Life awakening.
Ian Neiswinter May 2014
The warmth of the sun,
Playful birds chirping music.
Life has recovered.
Ian Neiswinter May 2014
Squirrels scurry fast,
Prepping for the cold onslaught.
Living one more year.
Ian Neiswinter Apr 2014
The snow has abated,
But the sky remains white;
The time of year I have awaited,
When the snow geese take flight.

They land and cover the newly thawed lake,
Creating an alabaster sea.
I watch and listen to the music they make,
Absorbing this true beauty.

The sun reaches its peak,
Illuminating the downy white crests.
I had no words; I could not speak.
This artistry I have been blessed.

I turn with a tear,
It is my time to return.
Until next year,
Have a peaceful sojourn.
Ian Neiswinter Apr 2014
The day’s last rays shone over the mountain,
Warming my face as I take in the surrounding.
Orange to red, purple to blue,
The mythical sky embraced every hue.

Then from the ridge soared a great Bald White Eagle,
Perching on a close branch, exalted and regal.
Fear struck my heart, for I have invaded.
Her sacred home I have desecrated.

The sun slowly waned, as we sat eyes locked.
I dare not move; all exits were blocked.
She turned her head and watched the sun set,
And suddenly her presence was no longer a threat.

The fear slowly recessed,
As we both took in the beauty of the west.
For just like me,
She only needed company.

— The End —