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 …