The first hint of power
whispered through the twilight
riding the cool evening breeze.
Lighting here
and there,
touching, tasting, searching.
Power...
looking for a place
to call home.
The pink serpentine mist
crackled
with blue and lavender sparks
as it made its way
through the ancient grove
of Aspen trees
meandering toward the creek
Water...
always attracts life
and life generates power.
Power yawns
stretching its long limber tentacles
deep into the early morning light
The crackle of excitement
lingers...
as power slides...
forward
toward its destiny.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
The first hint of power
whispered through the twilight
riding the cool evening breeze.
Lighting here
and there,
touching, tasting, searching.
Power...
looking for a place
to call home.
The pink serpentine mist
crackled
with blue and lavender sparks
as it made its way
through the ancient grove
of Aspen trees
meandering toward the creek
Water...
always attracts life
and life generates power.
Power yawns
stretching its long limber tentacles
deep into the early morning light
The crackle of excitement
lingers...
as power slides...
forward
toward its destiny.
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