Stars appear then slightly vanish through the northern clouds that drift apart revealing the lights of the universe one at a time Will I awake to the sight of snow dusted from the shoulders of old man winter riding in on the elk, an owl perched upon his shoulder draging dreams Winter moon brings delicate fingers to the earth a lover of all seasons Standingdeer
Thank you, I wasn't sure about this poem but it turned out to be magical in such a small way. Lets you hang onto a moment.. I think simplicity can work at times. Standingdeer
Mmm such delicacy, I ate this up and enjoyed. [Will I awake to the sight of snow dusted from the shoulders of old man winter riding in on the elk, an owl perched upon his shoulder draging dreams] Great image, tranquil...
Thank you all for your comments, bless you hearts for such kind words. It is inspiring to produce more for all of you. Standingdeer