Just 'neath the frosty garb of a shimmering hoary dew, a
picturesque meadow lies swaying in the waning starlight
before the eyes of a sweet and fair maiden, a dervish
whirling and singing her diaphanous solo to the budding
flowers that sprout upon the verdant landscape, unripened
and impatient to soft petals thrusting outward and becoming
saturated in deep purple, blue, and yellow-gold at the suns
ascent. Up above, a tempera image now slowly appears from
behind the curtain of twilights intermission-it is the
reddening energized sky of a new day dawning -and the
morning rays of light glare, bathing her, the admirer
enclosed by the horizon, in the warmth and fineness of the
season.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
Just 'neath the frosty garb of a shimmering hoary dew, a
picturesque meadow lies swaying in the waning starlight
before the eyes of a sweet and fair maiden, a dervish
whirling and singing her diaphanous solo to the budding
flowers that sprout upon the verdant landscape, unripened
and impatient to soft petals thrusting outward and becoming
saturated in deep purple, blue, and yellow-gold at the suns
ascent. Up above, a tempera image now slowly appears from
behind the curtain of twilights intermission-it is the
reddening energized sky of a new day dawning -and the
morning rays of light glare, bathing her, the admirer
enclosed by the horizon, in the warmth and fineness of the
season.
