Sweetest, beryl briars and boreal seascapes deepen like blue veins
An intertwining weald and tangled apple-wood touches my mortal flesh, as sea-moons kiss my eyes
Moons shine a teal fire, like a shimmering peacock’s feathers
Opaque winds leap off chilled, snow-blanketed pines
A sylvanwood, dark and obscure, winks a menacing eye
Luxuriant woodwind instruments chime nature’s eminent glow
An eternal solstitial brumal echoes summer-like flutes on wintry tides
A labyrinth of protection ensues
A poetic muse reaches yonder sky of sea-heaven, softly lighted by cosmos above
By and by, these sleepy nights and snowy, garden forests ever enchant my dreams