Rhydisias' Dawn

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vade mecum, standing afore anticipations threshold; joyous awe While as beholding this blankets golden bed.... Scented late Autumns leaves which lay so still in silence Restive aneath the solitary branches; blinking eyes Waiting for a Winters journey to thus commence A falls brightened reflections, caressing such protege hues Painting now their truer colours in mint; as they weep no more Amid the solemn winds which have always been Solstices arctic bitter, carved by this crescents cold.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ....`Rhydisias' Dawn • £