A gauzy veil silhouettes a softened landscape,
Leaving a world of vague shapes
To linger like enigmatic shadows.
Conifers spire toward the heavens;
Leafy renaissance towers
Shrouded in a lost world above.
Tiny birds bolt from a nearby cedar;
Feathered darts
Shooting through a tranquil haze.
I breathe this dawn enchantress
Before she vanishes with the heat of the day;
Knowing not when she might return,
To slink across my lawn with dewy steps,
Lick my eaves,
And caress the naked branches
With a thousand gentle tears.
Tomorrow,
The rains will lavish
These whisper-soothed lands
Like an insistent groom
Pursuing his tulle cloaked bride.
She will succumb.
© Strauss
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