Impressions Poem by Eisenlord Karen

My daily walks
are a lot like entering
a Renoir painting-
Impressions of autumn
transforming into winter
fill my senses.
This morning I see two black ravens
joyride on strong, icy winds.
Cornstalk leaves move
like butterflies' wings;
carrot flowers open
into white, lacy clusters
as crystal flakes begin to fall.
Blue berries dot the Evergreens,
and more dark clouds roll in
like Zeus preparing to thunder.
Five rabbits scurry
across snow-dappled meadow
while an orange fox pursues

My evening walks
take on a different hue-
A brilliant moon
shines from behind silver clouds,
looking like she is being born
from a dragon's mouth
as she fills my cup with new light.
Two glowing eyes
stare at me through the darkness
and I quickly step away
feeling shadow wings float
around me like night faeries.
In the meadow
leaves crunch underfoot
while a Nightingale circles above.
Ash tree branches cast designs
beneath the high full moon
looking like a giant spider web.
An owl hoots through the cold
echoing my impressions
of autumn transforming into winter.

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