A golden sheen upon hazy mists, the winter moon shines <br />Whilst midnight chill seeps into the mountain pines. <br /> <br />Tall and silent, they stand with roots subtly entwined <br />On craggy rocks so ruthlessly outlined. <br /> <br />It is into those noble arms that soft snow fell <br />And how oft upon their needles so green did the cranes dwell. <br /> <br />Yet like writhing dragons swathed with scales <br />Their reach towards the sky eternaly prevails. <br /> <br />Teasing the wind from chilly world, <br />Where mountain clouds gently swirled <br /> <br />They remain forever timeless <br />Regal silhouettes, ever flawless. <br /> <br /> <br />Chinese paintings & calligraphy about all Charles Wu's poems <br /> <br />http: //poem.bestfd.com/bbs/forum.php? mod=viewthread&tid=12101&extra=page%3D1<br /><br />Charles WOO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-pines-at-moonlight-night/
