Lilting lilac laughs and peppers down
Her golden morsels, feeding upturned faces,
Fresh and frothy, Peeking through the
Melting mists of nature’s chilly robe.
Beneath the mossy mirth,
As chartreuse shines and shimmers,
Kissing the golden droplets.
To move my slippered toes
And tread among the mist-kissed
Chutes unfurling to nature’s song.
That wakens in the dark as
Chilly curtain draws itself away, revealing
Icy fingers to clutch another day.
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