My First True Perception of Light

“Jagged vacance thick with ice”: By happenstance I stumble upon an opal acre, a frosted wheat field forgotten during harvest season.

Tamest Winter, what a visionary is She: Her tawny sea, adorned in glassy dew-drop pearls, sways to the melody of my elevated thoughts.

Her sunbeams sing across the diamond plain: Nature’s truest complexion is painted in the air, rainbow flares capping the stalks of earthen tide.

The mind falters with such saturated radiance: Sterling light dances at every angle of vision, and in my solitude, some untamed vibrancy wakes.

– K.A. Davenport

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