Blades of pines couching the snow,
Softly as the clouds sail low.
The amber peaks gently glow
And reflections meditate in a row,
Silence breathes with mellow
Stillness captivates the show.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Blades of pines couching the snow,
Softly as the clouds sail low.
The amber peaks gently glow
And reflections meditate in a row,
Silence breathes with mellow
Stillness captivates the show.