Bathed in the amber light
I watch these fields in slumber
Resting beneath scattered snow
As the music crescendos.
The mountains gleam in the distance
But every crevice and branch
Is coated in gold
Like a remnant of Midas’ touch.
Peace washes over me
A purifying, gentle force.
The sky’s tender blue
Kisses the horizon.
Jan 20, 2024
Jan 20, 2024 at 5:32 PM UTC
Bathed in the amber light
I watch these fields in slumber
Resting beneath scattered snow
As the music crescendos.
The mountains gleam in the distance
But every crevice and branch
Is coated in gold
Like a remnant of Midas’ touch.
Peace washes over me
A purifying, gentle force.
The sky’s tender blue
Kisses the horizon.