NATURE'S MASKS

Oh the arresting morn
of infectious sensation
where we first see with such spectacular awe,
a lush tapestry of crisp, cool air and scents.
In a scenic intoxication our orbs barely notice
the tidal wave of mist flooding the rustic mural
till islands of jade bristles are all that remains.

Then my insides flame to ponder
what ageless secrets Mother Earth
might hide inside her invading
milky blanket of blur.

Somewhere deep in one's veins,
there swells a ghostly murmur from ancestral seers,
caressing with a mantra of intuitive passion
that haunts by the creeping of curiosity spiders
who sting with fascinations over natural mysteries
that burn in the mind and bind us to all that is.

In a blink,
one tempest and leering thought,
our eyes feast with fancy's sight
upon the pastoral strokes of myth, romance and lore
left utterly infatuated with the incense of enchantment
as our being pants so intensely in wonderment
while savoring the spine chilling spell of
Nature's masks.