closer,closer, turning, swirling,
in the shadow of dark;
Green, purple dried bushes arises pale orange,
so rustic and intrusive.

Desert like glowing,
here and there;
inter-wining of land, snow, clouds,
no regard disorderly; like broad paint brushes.

no end, just ridges of folds,
layer after layer;
cloud after cloud,
frozen…  bridge of crystalised ice.

Purple sights,
life disturbing surroundings;
picturesque, timeless, frozen, perfect,
patches of existence.

Green age away,
rolls of waves surge uphill along the horizon;
ending turns touches the clear sky,
today.