Fading looms

The morning of the Saturday gives sunny sights.
It's cleared the cold sky from clouds, which've been put
to feet of the big forest as a rim. It shines
in pearl-white colors and spreads wide light-bluish looms
on gleaming snow. They pace through it to reed-grew banks.
The wide snow-dusted banks of the small forest lake
are squeezed inside well-dried beige grass. High plume's tails
are waging from cold breath of winds. The sun big lamp
touches them with sparkling rays. They quickly give a birth
to tiny sparkles, which have been hidden in white snows.
And they are shining. They revive the lake. Small birds
jump up and down among the reed well-dried thin stalks.
The rising blue thick looms try to catch up them all.
Like misty ghosts they're slinking right above the reed.
Cold winds take high enormous clouds and the ghosts
are losing in the airy dully veil indeed.

                by Thea Ariss
                13.12.2025/15.12.2025