Winter Paradise

The white winged knight,
Flew gracefully and in to the night.

Graceful and with poise,
Not a breath nor a noise.

Deep green grass in the moon glisten,
Not a sound that we can listen.

Far away to the road side rumble,
In the presence of beauty it feels humble.

Red dots and a pole to stand,
Guardian to a forgotten land.

A small remote winter paradise,
Something to behold and never sacrifice.

Proud trees stand on tumbling hills,
With crisp air your body fills.

All around the half moon glow,
Stars of silver let your mind go.

The crackle on the frosted ground,
This now your only sound.

Close the door on the seasonal scene,
Tomorrow’s sun is red and must be seen.