Winter's Ethereal Palace

twirling, swirling, through an ephemeral existence

through dense growth, snow capped mountains

and sunset skies of brilliant pink, blues, and gold.

Come hither onto frosted ground,

Mother nature's final resting place of splendor.

Crisp, biting, billows of breeze scatter to the four corners

of the winter world unknown, silent in it's ethereal beauty. 

Reviews

[Frank F. Atanacio]

wonderfully written Kudos

[Ice Queen of the Vampir..]

Mmm, this is beautiful. I love the imagery. Awesome write!!

Heather