Poetry Unraveled

Enthralled

A babbling brook crawling under a creaky wooden bridge.
A mirror-like puddle that strayed to far from the stream.
A light.
A beam.
Cutting through green blades of grass.
A graceful, carmel, cream spotted deer nibbling on a sparce patch of roughage.
You breathe in the crispness that surrounds the self generated heat of your body.
The fleece coating your arms and the hide fabricated boots that your toes nestle within.
The smell of pine.
The distant smoke encumbered chimneys that emanate the scent of sweet maplewood and oak.
Your glance drawn to the final bits of sun peering into its' reflection in the lake.
With affirmation that it is ready for its' beauty rest, the sun slips away, giving way to the moon's night shift.
Your glance now glued to the redwood walls of that beautiful safe haven you will soon take to slumber in.
The idea of a flannel sheeted bed and the one you love.
Falling asleep in each other's arms to the sweet sound of silence.
The perfect night after spending daylight, crafting your inner thoughts into well written sentences.
Making magic with the written language.
The idea of dawn pops into your mind.
The thought of maple encumbered buttermilk pancakes, salty original sliced bacon paired with a side hashbrowns and toffee butter coffee.
The pancakes melting in your mouth.
The bacon disintegrating into heaven amongst your tastebuds.
The crispy hashbrowns crunching under the pressure of your teeth.
The energy produced by the coffee and the warming comfort it provides your stomach.
The mystery and perfection hidden in the mountainous terrain.
A moment of entranced solidification.
Enthralled by each scenic frame.
Take me there.