Over the Hill and Far Away or so it seems from my perspective. The tree stoops, its leaves leisurely float soundlessly to the snow covered ground, like angels’ tears. Five bright blue horses calmly amble among the branches, several bending to nibble the sweet grass, while others stand in place, hushed, as if waiting for the artist to paint their portrait. The contrast and allure: blue animals, white snow and green plant, together with the golden and cadmium red foliage, this idyllic scene that I gaze upon, wounds my soul. I gravitate toward the vision. The image must be real. Dreams are never this breath taking.
Blogophilia week 34.5 – Over the Hill and Far Away
(Hard, 2pts): Use the words “bright blue horses”
(Easy, 1pt): Integrate falling leaves