Fierceness and Full Measure

Muted colors float across the land,

Dance along the hillside, looming 'neath

Winter’s creeping frost laden dew.

In the distance, the sun slowly rises,

Its rays reflecting a glistening beauty.

Your being warms at the sight:

Rippled colors unite into a flowing rhythm

Of life’s common day predictability and

The ever elusive flame of eternity;

Each breath steadies, evens into platitudes

Enveloped by the early morn's dew driven frost.

A triumphant symphony harkens into an

Enchanting song, beckoning all who hear:

Come hither and indulge, fill your cups,

Drink your fill of this fine frosty, bonny day,

Given freely, to be fancied by one and all.

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As autumn’s light dims, fusing into winter's birth,

An awareness of treasures bestowed therein

Blossoms upon morning’s frost, spreading,

Coexisting with every beat of your heart:

A reminder life is captured of a sudden

By those poised and at the ready.

Nature is a force, a nexus, spinning, circling

All from which you are composed

And all for which you will be intended.

Your breath quickens, racing in the frosted air:

Brisk, exhilarating, and invigorating,

Your soul's energy is cleansed, renewed.

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On the simple wooden table,

Adorned with the garden's freshly cut blooms,

A single cup rests while steam swirls and rises,

Its aroma mingling with the essence of flowers

Amidst the frost and fragrance of a newborn day:

Steeping, richly spiced tea further awaits,

Awakening your senses -

Orange, cinnamon, ginger, and cloves

Linger to tantalize, enticing tastebuds to oblivion.

Winter’s morn combines with freshly brewed tea,

Saturating and surrounding - one sip will be all it takes

To arrive at a newly induced precipice of sensation.

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Outside, birds chirp a sweet serenade, adding

To the promise of impending, serene relaxation.

Soothing simplicity, woven from all the elements,

Alerts the mind, opens it to an array of possibilities.

Emboldened by the autumn’s lingering existence,

Wrapped in winter’s frosted dawn, senses soar while

Treasures unfold in the presence of tea, flowers, birds,

Sunlight, and winter’s lush carpeted, icy dew.

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Alas, the essential essence of all senses mounts into

Unchartered pathways of enlightenment -

This is life, at hand and for the taking,

Reeling in senses borne on the first frost of winter,

Carrying a fierceness of breath and full measure.