Bright colors of the rainbow, filter from the west. <br />The sun slowly sets, on top of the mountain crest. <br />Clouds move east, from the western shores. <br />Releasing natures beauty, upon the earth once more. <br /> <br />Escaping from the heavens. No warning, no sound. <br />Bringing comfort to all things, that house upon the ground. <br />Leaving the innocence of youth, and the essence of love. <br />The blanket of snow, feathers slowly from above. <br /> <br />Clinging to the trees, adding beauty to the nights. <br />Look with admiration, at the trees in the streetlights. <br />Such beauty enhanced, captured by our eyes. <br />To thing that such beauty, could come from our skies...<br /><br />Dayle Gaylin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winters-gift/
