looking through branches catching this sherbet sunset through different views, mighty is a fortress angled amongst dipping hallows as they weave groove. the branches brittle, yet hold quite an aubergine scene there’s peach, pinks, and yellows, look, there’s even soft lavender too. they seem to be dancing, oh my, on soft feminine slopes, now listen: giggling dancing hues want to be noticed. a hush of snow takes on some gray, but doesn’t Winter, as she holds steady against warm days, generally fade this way?
focused amongst darkness, blind to a last chance and determined to count regrets. cherish, even the ending, with the promise to never forget, light sparks as it is extinguished and her heart flutters, yes.
a vision to enjoy, breathe rustic and pristine. with an ounce of curiosity I dream, what stories are held within-
is this beauty, as she stands, left for the taking, or is someone keeping watch? left to her own devises, her strength must continue, remain hopeful in winter. alone amongst the blanket of snow, she screams forlorn, however you see her and she remains yours. might she be worth the risk?
Our minds are consumed with a legion of details. Where to begin deemed obvious by most, if you could feel the pulse; a quickened heartbeat, you’d know there’s no recovery. We’re past all that, bits too forgone to consider, the beauty lies, quite perfectly just beyond and your hands belong there.