In the hushed symphony of winter ..
I briskly walked towards the canvas of nature painted across my backyard lake. The fiery sun, an artist's palette of orange and yellow, cast its radiant glow upon the canvas of clouds, weaving a tapestry with the passing snow shower. Delicate wisps of snow pirouetted in the distance, leaving ephemeral trails that whispered tales of the fleeting moment. The trees on the opposite shore stood as solemn sentinels, their silhouettes etched in black against the dying embers of the day. The foreground unveiled a naked oak, its branches reaching for the sky, adorned only by memories of the leaves it once cradled. As the sun bid adieu, a chill embraced the air, a harbinger of the impending winter night. The wind, a northern serenade, whispered promises of frost-kissed dreams.
In The Beauty Of Endings
Poem By BDMiller
In the hush of twilight's tender sigh,
A canvas painted in hues of amber and gold,
The sun descends, a storyteller in the sky,
Weaving tales of the day, in whispers bold.
The horizon ablaze with a fiery embrace,
A farewell kiss, a dance of light,
A sunset so pretty, in orange and grace,
Fading warmth that ushers in the night.
The leaves, like dancers, in crisp descent,
Whirling and twirling in the autumn air,
A brisk wind whispers, a chill's intent,
As fall surrenders to winter's affair.
The day retires, wrapped in hues so warm,
A blanket of memories, a serene surrender,
In the stillness, the whispers of the storm,
A symphony of seasons, a moment to remember.
So, as daylight dims, and shadows play,
Under the quilt of the sky, in colors so tender,
Embrace the chill that hints at winter's sway,
In the beauty of endings, find the sweetest splendor.
Quiet fur curled tight,
Dreams dance in the dog's soft sleep,
Peaceful slumber's hush.