Winds and the mists that swirl,
their fierce beauty unfurl,
glistening diamonds in the sky.
The barren branches creak,
subtle language they speak,
lustrous diamonds on the plant.
Nature’s children at play,
frolic throughout the day,
gleaming diamonds on the ground.
Light beams shatter and break,
their paths beguile and quake,
polished diamonds in my eye.
The day is at an end,
no more light can it bend,
reflecting diamonds no more.
Dedicated to Rebecca for her homecoming.
Copyright 2014, John Paul Mueller