THE WINDOW

Snow capped mountains
stand proud, as twins.

Each display mother natures
blanket of incomparable beauty,
her sporadic uniformities,
proportioned delicately,
soundly, across their faces,
dew covered valley,
at their foot.

Burst they with color,
as the sun rises,
magnifying autums intoxicating effect,
veil of darkness slowly being lifted,
exposing their identities,
until fully revealed.

Spring water, glistening,
uninhibited,
flows down their wrinkles of age,
shown more prominent with time,
gently caressing their feet,
before resting in calm waters below,
a lake, timeless in its beauty.

All of this, brief in description,
was captured, photographed,
and cataloged in my mind
as I sat in awe,
apart from natures elements,
in my favorite chair.

Beautiful 44 just beautiful