Morning

Morning

 

Silence cascading through the ripples of cold crisp air.

Shattered by the strident sounds of feathered trumpeters

Breaking glass tinkling through the stones of fragile brook

As palaces of ice glitter in prismatic glory of light

Amber spears rise, crowning earthen temples in time

Furious hush sweeps across meadows lush and full

Bearing the weight of a thousand yesterdays

Soft sounds stirring as day fills the voids of silence

Banfiadh2006

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