I have written repeatedly about how nature embraces me.
But I have never seen verses so serene, written with the love of this blooming green.
Her poetry sings sweet soliloquies of rapturous beauty and poetic clarity;
Inspires new dreams of a lunar lady, with pure white hair, turquoise eyes, and cold blue lips encrusted with winter frost, a woman of the winter lake that breaks the night with random ripples of delight.
Countering the cold queen are the children of the emerald green, oz inspired spring petals spiral swirling in a tornadoes wind, flowers whipped back and forth but never breaking whilst oaks crack and crumble under the gale forcecont. fury.
With powerful impressions this poet possesses my mad mind making me succumb to strange fantasies,
pushing me to write better poetry in hopes I might impress her as she has me.