Winter Morn

Indigo sky above flaming with clouds
Of rose ebony, of arsenic blue
A time when seasons silently change
The wild wails for a new day

A breath from the north, so cold
With a sapphire wraith as servant
Arrives, with the rays of gold
Aeons lost in one pure moment

Those junipers of childhood plays
Now bend under the shade of white
Crystalline stars, quietly falling down
A winter morn through my eyes