The taste of dew that sits pressing against the picturesque Daffodils
The caress of the emerald blades that stroke my toes
The early warmth of the sun that shines upon my face
stroking ever- so gently in solace.
Passion of the flames that spark and bounce within mid air.
The striking of water that thrushes against the stone
Anchored in time and weathered to perfection.
Hues of pink and orange smear the heaven’s above.
The sensual sunset that disappears below the waters deep.
A canvas painted of gold, burgundy, coffee and citrus
A crisp, yet gentle emotion of the wind upon my cheek.
The first frost grazing upon the ground...
like ice crystals spread amongst the trail.
The stride of a deer flowing within the depths of a forest.
The white outlines of snow that rest
upon the branches of bare Birch trees.
The bitter taste of frigid air
pierces my lips as I inhale.
Diamonds glitter upon the new fallen
white that envelops the ground.
The steam that escapes from the soul of a wolf,
that desires his feast
To fulfill the aches of hunger within.
Love is but the mere change of Season’s,
An involuntary response to changes that happen within.
A desire, a passion, a fulfillment, a quest for beauty.
One that we all create within ourselves, yet create we do not.
Love is but love, the cycles that we all must flow through.
Another piece of human nature shines through.
(copyright.Kellyerin222)
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