Refletions of a Forgotten Dream |
As I watched the morning dew, bestrewn across the emerald blades,
That so finely cover these vibrant pastures to the secret glades,
Sparkling with the vibrancy that the heavens do at night;
Do I feel winter's magic, shimmer in the silver light.
The stillness encompassing the brook, where the skylark sings,
A charming melody for the delight this season brings,
With a bound and a flutter, it leaps smoothly into flight,
Allured by the flicker of some distant, enchanting sight.
When the wind has unveiled the illusion of the mist,
That once surrounded the marshes and the will-o'-the-wisp,
The land reveals itself as some ethereal mirage,
Of which immortal beauty glows from her beguiling visage.
As I gazed onto the frozen surface of the river,
Reflecting on my emotions upon nature's mirror,
Did I see sparkles of light, descend from the sky
As dispensers of joy from that creative force up high.
The weathered path which leads me to the top of the valley,
Now woven into this white wonder of tranquil beauty,
Escorts me towards a peaceful point, high up in heaven,
To listen to the harmony of this pleasant haven.
Once blanketed by a patchwork of arable plains,
Winter now consumes the land and with momentum gains,
A firm hand over this land until her season has last,
Holding like a crystal ball, the memories of the past.
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