29 May 2012
It be littered in amber & gold, with sprinkles of frozen pelt,
Trapped in liquid glass, which beyond a still motionless scene.
Trees sucked of sap, with crinkled leaves left behind,
A dusting of lusty snow, where'est remembrance of time left of youth behind.
Where flowers do meet, thy beauty zdefeat,
Silently sleeping sweet, until finally complete.
Timeless do frame of perfectly tame, awaiting winters lengthy bane,
Doth natures hand, untouched by man, sit so patiently until spring'ith come.
Winters Hidden Beauty • Opuss № I