If each star is a point of reference
three triangular shapes
with each point lingering
a distance unknown
Where my soul rests before
each journey sought
Then nature is my paramour
from snow glacial
mountain peaks
The highest peaks
touched gently
by wispy
cloud fingers
Whose icy interludes
might be reminiscent
of tiny sugar crystals
sweet upon the tongue
Whose unexpected avalanche
transports me unaware
to the mossy green bed
in a distant
forest glen
Whereupon, I will in secret see
a thunderous waterfall
of rainbow colored hues
brilliantly lit
by sun rays
The mist of the water
touches my skin
a sheen of droplets
translucent
Smitten I become
as the sound of bird song
and the fragrance
of meadow flowers
drift to me
upon
the
wind
© August 2018 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
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