Blend To Black

a winters day

Mountain of gray and water so clear, circles down to a lea of gold.

Trees stand bare, while the wind carries the fragrance of snow

fragments of color are tossed about and at her feet I gaze.

My dreams of life soar across fathoms of blue until azure skies blend to black.

Those celestial bodies glitter and gleam like the hopes of a child on Christmas-Eve.

Then with no warning a lark calls me back and again I return, content to my well-traveled path.

Reviews

[lee von cleef]

No power ,at neighbors,six kids no dad,good thing, great guy, better at drinking then being dad. your poem, puts me on the head of a pin looking in and out to a big big world.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Your words bring a picturesque vision of serenity... it is like I could breath it all in.