A Dream In the Mist

The mountain peaks in colored sugar coat Of pinks and blues and lilac violet hues The sky, just before sunrise, all windless and clear The day is misty, bitter cold, and crystal sheen But I am warmed by one small ray of golden morning light From high upon a perch of snow top crest A lone stag with graceful legs that fly Carving out a quiet trail, like fleeting wind The sound so soft, the hush of whispered steps He halts, and looks at me with logic's eyes And seems to smile in recognition, His golden crown of antlers, gleam in morning sun Just when I thought my crystal world would splinter He tilts his head, and bids me to come And like an eagle's wing, remote and sure He darts away, just like a bird Without a sound Beauty of the wind....beauty of pure grace I run after him, panting and breathless, Through the glimmering, in search of answers But, I cannot keep up, as he disappears without a trace And still not wringing the answers from the slightest sound Yet, I am left alone, and feel at peace For Constance's Contest: The Nature Dream/Spirtual Dream Carrie Richards