Poseidon’s waves lap the beach
Helios’s Sun prepares to sleep
Zeus gathers clouds for the sky
Hephaestus colors it with his fire
Aura adds a gentle breeze
Artemis put the animals to sleep
Apollo raises the moon for us
The day’s light turns to dusk.
Day turns to night then back into day
Never again is it exactly the same.
The pure polar blanket of alabaster that once lay at the feet of sleeping trees no longer reflects the faint day’s light from barren skies of grey. Vanquished from the surface, transformed into liquid tinder, fueling the inferno of rebirth overhead.
The lake’s opaque tempered shell falls victim to longer days of Spring. Solar rays peel back Winter’s mask from the great mirror’s face, once again allowing Mother Nature’s image to rebound into the heavens.
I am but a single bard, standing in awe as the muse of the cosmos whispers gently in my ear; inspiring my voice, empowering my pen, painting my soul with respect; a respect of this place here and now, this beautiful place, adrift among the stars.