The Landscape's Stillness

Discolored meadow overtaken by swollen clouds, comfort the wild tree... Are there blue mountains beyond the unfrequented prairie? Find the horizon... No cowboys on horses; no coffee brewing on logs, while they are singing... Late Fall scenery, not yet conquered by deep snow, make this day dazzle... Hungry spiders crawl with a despised, changeless pace; the coyotes howl... Frightened by those sounds, I feed more logs to the fire, to shun strange vibes... Seeing that sun blaze over the landscape's stillness, I begin to dream... (c ) Copyright 2014 by Andrew Crisci