Fire and Ice

As dawn sets fire to the rolling hills,

she awakens with a slow yawn.

She lifts her head to the rising sun -

its rays warm upon her delicate skin.

So fragile, her innocent beauty.

Her petals dew kissed, as though by a lover,

glimmer like a thousand tiny diamonds, and

dance a ballet with the gentle breeze.

Her delicate blossoms gracefully unfold,

casting an aromatic elixir upon the air.

Bees lazily sway - drunk from her nectar.

With the coming of dusk, her head slowly bows,

she grows thin as she weeps.

Her petals float upon the wind, dancing along

those rolling hills; all that she is, slowly drifting out of sight.

Author's Note

I'd appreciate any feedback that you feel you'd like to give. Thanks for reading. :)

Reviews

[Robin]

magical ~

[Tony]

Ethereal write-- very atmospheric.
Like the rising and falling sensation.

[Tate Morgan]

Beautiful dream of a woman

[Dream Weaver]

Enchanting blissful, and beautifully written...

[Arthur Crow]

I found this to be a very well crafted poem, full of dreamy mystique and wonder. Your word choices are seductive and cleverly arranged to make the whole piece magick! Thank you for sharing!

[Crowley]

Beautiful...reminded me of when my daughter wakes up and goes to sleep...this is one of my favorites of yours I think. I love those last two lines. Great work Girly Q.

[David W Moore III]

very nice! the imagery is almost haunting. and quite beautiful. love it!

[Matthew Kult]

I like this, I just don't know what to say about it. I know that sounds weird, but my head is all fuzzy and messed up. Which is unfair to you. What I can say is this is great. It was written very well.

With Love,

Jaidyn

[An owl on the moon]

What a beautiful sense of personification.. this grace awakening and the wonder setting fire to the world.. This brought to life such vibrant colors of the world as i read!