Crystal

Gently floating in the

   golden peace,

Unruffled, blending with the

   calm lake,

The quintessence of charm,

Existing in perfect harmony.

Unknown is his future.

His present so bold and buoyant; 
   energizing the air

In the splendor of his majesty

The shadows creep and shiver in fright.

However small, he is immaculate

With the elements at his service.


(glorifying the goose....Hmm...must be the height of boredom!)

Wrapping distress

Autumn is depressing...

Fall colours tossed in the merciless wind,

marshmallow clouds darkening,

trees stripped to the bare skeleton,

pine cones crushed by speeding feet,

oily spray on clean clothes,

smell of decay,

rain drops chilling the lips

and hooded faces in the gloomy shadows.

It is a harbinger of future doom,

that moulds everything into the monotony of white.

Fall: painful yet inevitable.