Winter Trees
While enjoying our girls: Miss Lauren on silver Mr. "G", Anna Marie on magic "Z", the dark bay Argentina "Zorro"-steed and Miss Lexi astride the "King", namely, Leo-horse as the trio comes to ride like the yonder wind across golden prairie grasslands, I could but help to notice yonder horizon-line of that "leap-year" day where bare distant tree branches reached high to kiss cerulean deep. From such celestial perception presented came "inspiration" for a heart-song wander-yarn. To wit:
I dearly love the winter trees. 'Tis true enough, I can view the hardwood stately forest---deciduous in any regal season and discern a single trunk amid the many-rest, myriad strong branches, then clumps of leaves and silhouettes---individual...its veins and stem.
Truly, I love new anew the Spring, shades of Summer dapple writhing in a quaking-wicked thunderstorm, Autumnal regal-royal majesty-finery of red and gold and yellow-orange.
But, In the skeleton-bare frosted white the winter-mantle pure. Well! Oh! Lord! There whispers quiet solitude of that fresh-discovered cold North-wind, sometimes to howl its Freedom-Wild!
And, in the new-dawn of that far horizon-east the thin line-bright celestial announcement of yet another promised day. Distant branches tickle morning call for focus-pure.
And, in the moon-past morning-light afore the sunset display, each shadow-slender time-marked track of time through space-design. A blessed gift: That one as I might witness clear such passing adorned in beauty simple of style yet panache refined. A walk, trot, canter hunter-jumper training.
To dusk then calls bright day spent to surrender-crest as night overtakes from east to west and I relinquish light reality in respite recovery through slumber-care complete in dreams of fantasy-belief.
Amen!
