A jewel of hours
The Emerald King
Silent and stone-faced
Stood high and proud in azure
His lofty head unbowed
Crowned in white fire
Of chill cirrus plumes
If I could hold a day to remember, to savor and salt away against darker times I would hold this day. The air was clear and cool, an invitation to deep breathing. The wind was a chill and welcome caress on sweat-slick skin. The water, serene and deep, the perfect ending.
Silent and stone-faced
Stood high and proud in azure
His lofty head unbowed
Crowned in white fire
Of chill cirrus plumes
If I could hold a day to remember, to savor and salt away against darker times I would hold this day. The air was clear and cool, an invitation to deep breathing. The wind was a chill and welcome caress on sweat-slick skin. The water, serene and deep, the perfect ending.
posted by Thameron | 5:36 PM
2 Comments:
I know a comment from me doesn't count, but I'm happy for you.
Beautiful. I wonder what the world looks like way up where you are. I wonder what the clouds, foliage and quality of light looks like. I didn't realize how different light is until I went to England. Those English landscape painting aren't made up. The sky looks like the paintings.
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