A fish breaks through
The bubbling stream
Wending its way
To this lake's depths
The surface steaming mist
Holding and curling
In soft cool caress
Firewood stacked
Against a wooden wall
As trees stand free
In brittle yellowed fields
Where horses stand silently
Nuzzled closely together
An early bird trills
Into sound subdued
Between this breath, and the next
As silent swans sweep
The silver glittered lake
Holding promises of
Magic, pregnant within.
1 comment:
What a lovely, magical setting you've created here. So serene and unspoiled. Beautiful!
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