Look up to the white skies.
Magic before my eyes.
White flutters to the ground.
Without even a sound.
Masking the dirt with white.
So pretty and so bright.
If it could remain this way.
A blanket for one more day.
MUSIC OF THE DEEP
Colors of the rainbow swirl by,
Swimming free to the beat of their own.
A harmony of movement
Following the slow tempo of the deep.
Cover me with your cold arms,
A baby blanket of softness.
Take me down under your waves,
Where the world glows a bluish green.
Into the deep darkness,
Where a silent cocoon awaits me.
Look up to the white skies.
Magic before my eyes.
White flutters to the ground.
Without even a sound.
Masking the dirt with white.
So pretty and so bright.
If it could remain this way.
A blanket for one more day.
Nordic landscape
A blanket of red
covers the landscape.
Fragrant and soft
as it protects and serves.
A place of comfort
and a place to sleep.
A keeper of memories
of the lost tower.
What was once a stronghold
is now a carpet of beauty.
The snow has fallen.
A hush falls across the city.
A city covered in a soft,
white blanket of snow.
It cushions the earth.
Giving a clean look
to what was once dark.
Take me to the light that shines bright
in the far reaches of the deep forest.
I want to bask in its heavenly glow
until the moon raises its spotlight.
Let the leaves tickle my hot skin
as I lie down on a sheet of grass.
Cover with me with a blanket of flowers
as bright as the rainbow overhead.
Sleep follows me to my private spot,
where animals frolic in freedom.
I’m floating in the sky above the branches,
looking down at my sleeping form.
Contentment relaxes my face
as my eyelids twitch in tune with my dreams.
Too soon the night will come,
bringing with it the dark and cold.
I must come back on the morrow
to finish the dreams I have just begun.
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A soothing blanket of water
Wrapping around my body.
It refreshes and awakens me
To the wonders of the clear world.
I can see fish and dolphins
Swimming below me in the sea.
There’s no other place I’d rather be.
The snow has fallen.
A hush falls across the city.
A city covered in a soft,
white blanket of snow.
It cushions the earth.
Giving a clean look
to what was once dark.
Is the city cleaner or
is it just an illusion?
Life is a series of illusions,
for you to pick the right one.
The right one for you.
SUSANNE LEIST 