Art By StarFields

The town nestles
at the foot of a cliff;
protected
from the winds,
embraced
by the sea.

Mists are gentle here,
silk summers none too hot;
the springs are mild
the autumn storms
most civilised.

And yet, one morning
I awoke to find
beneath a royal sky
of finest blue,
the garden crystallized,
transformed into
a fairy land, strange
world of beauty,
sparkling, magical,
all new it seemed,
all different
and bright, and white.

I went to greet this,

I remained to see

the snow
turn clear, turn water,
fall away, time drops
dissolving then to now,
the briefest winter
come and gone.

* More poetry & illustrations here.