Hawthorn

Cedar on the ice blue horizon.
Lonely hills shrouded in hawthorne groves
curling over the mantle of snowy white.

Tones of a breeze,
the solace of trees,
lento in winter-borne symphonies.

Echoes of a river
sweep along the secluded forest of gray.
Scarlet clouds streak through the skies
ablaze in twilight’s dwindling gaze.

Stones of a glade,
the solemn cascade,
entwined in a starlit sewn serenade.

Reviews

[Pamsays]

SIMPLY EXTRAVAGENT, what beautiful description you have written; almost feels like i'm in the moment at the venue. THANKS FOR SUCH A BLESSING