The morning's cold and whitish sparkling nets
have sprung on branches of leaves-less frozen trees.
White mist is hovering above ,
making landscape unusual, as from dreams.
And everything stays move-less as if frost
has hypnotized all with a hard-heard hiss.
A honey light is slowly slipping off
the coral sky. It's spreading and nice gleam
is splashing through the dreaming plain.
A light's embrace makes lovely looking sight.
The morning has prepared the new stage
for new spring scenes, planned by the oldish March.
by Thea Ariss
25.03.2026
Flood-land gleaming
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2026
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