Hint of Winter

Suddenly I find myself desolate in this place,
Barren in mind and hollow in husk,
Waiting for a glimpse of the golden sun
That graces it's warmth and light,
And peakes through the cloud strewn skies
Only but once in a time too dear to count.
And in this place of contempt, the glow
Resides in close in mind and all,
For it's very presence leaves me beaming,
As if a small sun into myself.
Ah, but the cold has no hold on one,
one such as I who have had, in his time,
but a glimpse of the glorious sun.

Let come the dawn

Silence entwines the roots as swiftly blades of grass grow
Feel beneath the currents of wind, the energetic beat
Far above the silken clouds the waves twirl endlessly free
Go beyond the softly glowing leaves of gold and sing
Of the joys far beyond the milken hue of breath upon us
Emerald paths join and dance to the ruby sky ablaze
Fall beneath the roughly carven eyes into the gaze of forever
Scrying through the pumping melodies of sound encircling
Come once more to the fields of royal whirling boughs of life