The Valley Aurora

Oh, in inspirations winter dreaming, I’ve dream't Of a mystic valley of the Aurora Borealis, A chambered realm of frozen colors, Exploding within reflected light aglow, In the hushed silence of ice and snow. Here the pondering thoughts are set from beyond Limitations of realities boundaries. I'm a poet on a free fall dive, into the human imagination, Behold my polarized world of enchantment. Tender are the delicate wildflower petals, Gleaming beneath the frozen sun, ice blossoms adornments, Brilliantly shining in the fields of glitter, amongst The snow dust's razzle-dazzle, beguiling the eyes of this poetic Heart. A Floral tapestry of permafrost, drips with a frothy moisture Mist of sleet, creating a dappling effect upon the white Dandelions and ivory daisies. Taste the frozen honeysuckle upon your lips of warmth, As the swarming frost bees pollinate this arctic garden, Stinging with their chilling venom of flash freezing. Palest crystallized roses, with thorny prongs sharpened edges, Embraces the colds icy light, but reject the soft touch of The mortal hands of loves devotion. The haunting sounds of the Arctic owl echoes, against the Walls of these alpine fiord's, as waterfalls of avalanches, Crashes downwards, cascading into the deep valley basin below. Swirling arctic foam blasts across this translucent terrain, Shattering the magical splendor of stillness, And splintering the tender reed unto nothingness, Except for the spreading of germination's life giving Seeds of renewal. Yet it leaves refineries thin fluffy powder, scattered for The crystal humming birds, it is their sweet nectar’s Refreshment to feast upon, as the swift wings sparkle, In the dusk's afternoons setting sun last rays. Welcome to my symphony of Tiffany, gems stones sacred Meadow of frozen jewels, radiating luster's regalia Of glitz and glamour, leaving behind a twinkling celestial display, That comes from a rich imagination of a poetic heart.