The Hush of Awakening

The fickle winds

Grow weary
Of the landscapes
Frozen

As majestic
Old souls

Trundle along
On cumbersome
Walks

To refreshing
Pastures
That embrace
The morning sun

With the hush
Of awakening-

Resonating
from rolling hills

The stern vastness
Of being

Blossoms into a
vivid landscape
Of vibrant
And burgeoning life.

~ J.Bibi