
Ask for bluest sky–still, the wind will sigh,fly cold cloud-cover to hover—and yet the tree will see, embraceglow-diffused light. A shadow tracedon snow-kissed ground–grace, erased, hope lost, then found. Seasons entwined,winter’s signature signed in white-on-green–beauty seen. A quadrille for my prompt at dVerse. The prompt word is “embrace.” A quadrille is a dVerse poetry form, […]
Embrace the Beauty
