Disenchanting.

I breathe deeply,

 Smelling the cold air,

The  winding wind whispered,

  Frosted flowers all around me,

 The shimmering moon slowly falls behind the Rocky’s,

  The orange sun peeks through the Pines.

 The world was still 

Pink, Orange, Purple,

Soft sky pierced the glistening snow into my eyes, 

Seeing the sky meet the snow,

The  thick haze,

the peaceful mist,

The colors walking on the snow,

The colors on me,

Mesmerized.

I heard my tired family snoring behind me

My Golden Doodles slowly breathing,

 I heard the slow chirp of the song birds,

 Taking the same silence as I was,

 With much piercing focus as I portrayed,

 A stealth cheetah at night,

 My mind was silent,

 Dead,

Mesmerized.

The marvelous water of the small pond,

Like an old painting,

Driving up and down the confusing road of life,

 Peeking through the tall hill was still and soft,

 Its energy was slowly fading into a new light,

 Like a beautiful rainbow forming,

The bright sun's energy ignites hope,

Mesmerized.

 Everything moved,

 as though it was looking towards the bright moon,

 Yet taking the orange sun's beauty and energy,

Everything stood still,

Like they were waiting for me,

Waiting for my memory to form,

Mesmerized?