Instruments of Nature

Nightfall grips the hand of God  
dancing above with the nearing moon.
                              
A sparkle shines from the needles
of the silver pines swaying in the wind.
                              
Delicate rhythms of cello notes  
guide purple and yellow angels into the mist,  

arising Olympic colored rings crying
softly, rippling the steady sky of winter.

Lingering under
the curtain of branches,

designs of elegant life
shine upon the timberland.

Sturdy boulders, once tall and powerful,
crawl like the sun beneath the horizon

dying rapidly within the whispering
sin of the forbidden shadows.

A crisp chill drifts
along the still summits

welcoming the sweet
drumming of fresh snowfall.

Chants echo from the streams
swirling ash-blonde sand

into patterns floating
carelessly to the bottom.

Scarlet bristled leaves, magically
descend cradling the time that ends autumn.

Silence settles within  
the mountain peaks, resting and
                                                            
waiting patiently for color
to paint the earth once again.