Frozen Willows

Stroll beyond the knoll takes me on a familiar stage,  releasing my mind to higher places

Pacing a trail leading me along an edge, mind divided between forward or reverse

Wandering do I wonder the Cost of color, contemplate reasons for seasons, she reveals her beauty in phases

Frost has a cost, distance lost in an instant, exposed by a sunrise, illusions not easy to coerce

The ice while nice also a vise holding back fodder for the birds to eat, Warmth and color embrace emotions internally set the pace while winning new races

Basking in the beauty of distortion seasons keeping visions in proportion, Bare without an armor of green leaves, grass now ghostly, unknown images appear sensations something we can't rehearse

Imagination provides an amalgamation of contrasting perception, sensations so strong felt even if blind, emotions a fusion often in confusion laid out on many stages

Hear wind whistle through thistle, Mellow memory a memorial to the sound of willows on the water, spring green gives new noises, wispy willows having a rebirth

Unknown images appear, notes from birds we can hear, using natures messenger service showing her gladness, bathing us in beauty with unknown shamans

New night wandering left my mind pondering , blocked by blackness, left to roam alone hearing a moonbeam, feel the color of the sleeping flower, truth beyond a Sirens song , spring in the air,  Mystery has no history waiting to show her mirth

Emotions champions of all seasons, time passages hitching a free ride inside my mind, nature offering endless innovations on our sensations R.C.