Day 2 of Poevda-untChri is upon us. Elizabeth and Mary have updated theirs today also. Elizabeth is using something she wrote for a different online publication, which she can’t actually post. I can’t decide if this is cheating, or just killing 2 birds with 1 stone. Mary shows us that you can accomplish the creativity even when you have minimal time on your hands.
Here’s my entry for the day. I won’t lie, it grates on my nerves a bit to post something I haven’t had time to mull/edit.
The fields all have their own décor;
all wear their vastly colored robes.
Some play their mood in rolling mutes
while others sing in bright vibrancy.
A few will glare through rocky crags,
while many rest beneath green blankets.
But in the grayest months; the lack of warmth,
the hills become a brotherhood.
They put on their bright uniform
and huddle in their ranks to brood.
Chainmail of glistening crystal shines
and spears of oaken white stand tall.
They stand behind their still-green pines
which are not grayed by winter’s pall.
The hills are varied through the year,
but seem as one beneath the snow.