Honeydew rain drips languidly
white icicle confetti falls
on a glory of wisdom fields.
Savoring murmurs weave
webbed in dreams, still droplets
cling to the kindred moon.
Periwinkle dusk hums
sweet madness
where stars are shivering.
Velvet spirit breathes deep
winter loses the sun’s glow
and hearts quiver with life.
Realm and elements entwine
earth’s eternal globe turns,
tilting trees in calm rudder skies.
Masquerading camouflage fades
pearl taffeta clouds,
bursting transparency revealed.
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.

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