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Serendipity's Rhapsody of Snow
A twilight rhapsody of snow
When Serendipity's magic flows
Upon each branch a gown of white
Snowflakes sparkle in the afterglow.
I love to walk in her dusky twilight
Through magic spells, heavenly delights,
When boughs glitter with gleaming gemstones
Winter's ornaments of delight.
Evening murmurs as flurries moan
In shades of amber, coral and roan
In the alpenglow I feel such bliss
As snowflakes fall like winter birthstones.
This her wonderland of sparkle and glitz
Each tree glows with her crystal kiss
Enchanted child, the dancing queen,
Fills starlit dreams when I reminisce.
Somewhere over the mountain, hidden away,
There’s a land that is calling; I must not delay.
Somewhere over the mountain, that’s where she’ll be,
In the alpenglow, Mary's waiting for me.
They said I'd never recover from my stroke
A nightmare from which I never woke
A big chunk of me gone, a lower plateau
But I left the home, and off I did go.
It's our lot to grow old, not due to our sins
Trails go cold and entropy wins
But I'll boat down the waterfall where snowmelt flows,
I’ll find Mary in the place that nobody knows.
The terrain is forbidding, the ridge like a knife
Can't undo time, can't crash the afterlife
No country for old men, no breaking the rule
But I have to attempt, to give up is so cruel
Somewhere over the mountain, I wish it were so,
Mary is singing where wildflowers grow.
The starling will guide me, the meteor will show
The path to the valley where lost rivers go.
I went over the mountain, then took a fall
a thousand foot down off a sheer valley wall.
They buried my story, because no one must know.
They say I died then, but I died long ago.
day-glo lights the magic of fallen
snow over mountains weaving
shadow to-all shades of blue
alpenglow light interleaving
iceflow on slopes shining in
afterglow over a white meadow
aglow for trees covered with white puffs
cameo of a dream in indigo
Churning listless feeble foaming waves
Pods of Humpback whales splash and dive
Reflecting sunset’s waning rays.
As curly crimson clouds arrive,
Far Edgecombe’s volcanic cone
Shines bright in alpenglow, alone.
Cloudy embers ease into eve,
Flushing Ferrari fires from day
As sun dips for its nightly dunk,
In search of Neptune’s treasure trunk.
Bald eagles soar for lofty nests
Atop crowns of gnarled, ancient spruce.
As Sitka harbor lights wink on,
Ships cast lines, mooring for the night,
To wait salmon fishers at Dawns light
Boatsmen stroll the quays to cavort
In taverns nested by the port,
As stirring strings softly serenade
A music festival ode to night.
winter wellspring
greyness dyes white clouds
brittle gales howl ice and pant ~
still meadows shiver
sequoia trees thirst
fog mists bathe redwood giants ~
rose petals gild snow
cold delirium
in frenzies of snowflake squalls ~
silver forests gleam
ice castles glitter
with gems of furious fire ~
fields of frost bouquets
twilight alpenglow
coral shadows dance on hills ~
nordic neon show
wellspring of winter
on white wings of solstice dreams ~
winter streams gurgle
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Evening’s shadows start to drift
Down to the valley far below
Like glaciers made of amethyst
Crowned by the mountain’s alpenglow
Golden poppies and mariposas
Offer up their humble cups of dew
And I realize now why regal roses
Never make me think of you.
AS, the fog embrace the spectacular peaks,
It wraps the landscape gently with
snowy white veil,
When fog drifts slowly it makes
sturdy trees shiver,
Even the crisp Nature quiver,
Lucid water bead design a needle ocean
on slender pine leaves,
A sort of sophistry beauty
foggy dew weaves,
When the gloosy summit swim
into the alpenglow,
Panoramic view with fog
oh! What a splendid feast for eyes
November Artistry
Beneath the artist sculptor’s hand
November shapes a changing strand
Hidden beauty seen in the trees
Now revealed through fallen leaves
Twisted branches reach up so high
Artwork thrust in autumnal skies.
Sunshine hues glow in colors grand
And paint each limb in ochre sand
Moonlit boughs shaded and set free –
In crystal frost celebrity –
Alpenglow- mauve shadows’ soft sighs -
Icy dawns in pinks winterize.
Multi-media fairyland
Bright red berries dot this dreamland
Bird nests accent this jubilee
Frisky winds kiss sculptures with glee
November’s masterpieces rise
Remembers December’s surprise!
11-22-20
Contest: November Lay
Sponsor: William Kekaula
For AJ on her 14th Birthday
All told!
Each day, I say,
Socially dormant, I may
Never flagrant, rather
Concealed, in essence
Quite quiescent per se
Until she appeared, as
An alcoholic version of aquapanela
Fragrant she is, isn't she?
La bruja from the sea
Can be. Can be.
The peaks of the summits
To be reached
Alpenglow in her eyes - divine
Will shine!
Oh, will shine,
Down to the coastline,
This girl
As round as a little pearl
Polished and clean
In my eye just a little swirl
Consulting her star
Oh, yeah!
Alone she is in her boudoir
Where I ascent
With her consent,
To touch her lips
Up and down
Could not help but
Place the crown!
UNRUFFLED
Citadel on the rocky mountain stair
Stood gazing changing seasons in the air
Each passing year its bosom filled with tales of plenty shades
Of Knights, of Queens, of Foes, of Prince ,Of Comrades
The twilight swallowed into aimless dusky mope
The sunrise of success, the alpenglow of hope
The defeats, the dull spell like the melancholy of autumn
The phase of loneliness, feel of sinking to the bottom
The thunderstorm’s blitzkrieg of insults, insinuations
The snowflakes of blessings, blooming love sensations
The silvery shine of moon with its healing chime
The rainbow of celebrations manifesting change of time
All these shades painted together a seasoned picture
To manifest into Unicorn with poise and graceful tincture
The reflection of which is unstirred in water crystal clear
For rifts are not let to surge , peace and purity is held dear
Internal ripples are tranquilized to welcome nights of calm
To drift the soul into peaceful slumber like a soothing balm!
~Copyright ANULAXMI, 2016~
23rd December 2016
The sea’s silver ripples gently undulate
to call upon the coast and tease my feet.
I am but a child. A threat, not a sign;
they let me play in the breeze and brine.
Waves in wild gyration join my summer dance,
to flash and crash upon the rocks and sand;
on to the sea, they buck then rush back to shore.
Bruised, I grope... fall...try to rise once more.
Ocean tides, crimsoned by the alpenglow,
toss garbage and sacks of religious debris.
The atheists, thieves and the devotees, watch
the spit of the evil one stick back to his own lips.
Hourglass sands are mostly unnoticed gray,
and when the tempest comes wailing, thrashing
from the sea, how disappointed it must be.
I, the child, the lost, am safe and anchored...shored!
Inspired by Craig's Seashore Theme - Not for Contest
06 February 2016
Pecking its way out of the golden light
Songbirds arise non-feathered when they hatch
Feathered wings lift them high in upward flight
Crested larks lay colourful eggs that match
Aeronautical flying birds in love
In the air, romancing like Valentines
Returning to where they were quite beloved
Where their hearts weren't always undermined
I know you do verily love the uplift
Even when your spirit flies to the bayside
Where imagination soars adrift
While I'm trekking on with my mighty hindsight
Bright light flies from the summits each morning
A reddish glow adorns those summits, recording:
Alpenglow!
Rusty glow hovers—
setting sun’s wan glint
yields to grasp of night—
terms of surrender, resolute.
Halfway round the compass rose,
paling rays summon fleeting
alpenglow, fading echo of
dwindling winter snow.
The alpenglow of sunset
Puts on its daily show
With changing of the colors
In undulating flow.
I watch in fascination
For each succeeding hue
And wonder if the angels
Are gazing at them too.
At sunset and at daybreak
God opens Heaven's door
And lets some of its glory spill
Upon the Earth once more.
No gifted mortal painter can
Approach the beauty of
The picture painted for us
By His own hand with love.
The brights and lights of crimson
In everchanging glow
Are but a mere reflection
Of Heaven's rich tableau
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