Stormblade

The river wide flows through the forest.

Sunlight glistening at will,

Daystars around the edge

Of an image of Autumn.

Jeweled with woven patterns of ice,

Bare trees take on new beauty

Under a cold Winter’s twilight.

Diamonds? Mere glass on a night such as this.

Alive with whispered promises,

New life is hidden in old thickets.

And young stir in their nests,

Turning a soft eye to Spring.

Rising with the dew burning from the leaves,

Walking through the heat of the midday sun,

A breeze dances through the glade

On a hot Summer’s night.

Seasons of beauty,

A quiet land of peace

Under seclusion of the trees.

Find the beauty at your feet.