randomscribbles

in the summertime,
there would be clusters of tree
with different shades of green
and rainbows of flowers,
stretched as far as a blue flowing river,
where silver-streaked fish hopping
between the white bubbles of the stream,
making patterns of blue, white, and silver.

and when autumn turned up,
all the greens would become shadows
of red, brown, and gold;
blur shapes covered by the mist
from the early morning rain.

every drop of moist glistened
the falling leaves and branches
that brightened the old winding road
behind the wooden fence,
turning it gold
as the sun chased the mist away.

and when winter came,
the frozen lake would tingle
with little ice crystals flown down
from the naked silver branches
of the glass sculpture trees.

white powder on a white blanket
bordered by a blue cloudless horizon
sprinkled with shimmering glitters
here and there as accents.

oh, how she waited
for the bursting colors in the spring!

-june 97-