“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
