Winter Sunrise in the Mountains

Sunrise over the mountains in Winter. Cold and chilly to the bone.

Snow Peaks of Our Destiny

Neither door nor bridge nor dull shades of yellow
nor cashmere but yellow,
not the sepia moment
when the sunset enchants the farms
transparent seams above a weak elixir
magnifying from burned-out cedar
and so that its circumstances will plague your hand
the earth cleansed salts are stolen.
You develop my exiled lonely road?
Like a hopeful oyster to fresh plum
went blushed in splendor,
to the irreducible color of the silken circus
the nocturnal child
enchants in the delicate morning
not the deep brown moment
when the holiday magnifies the drops
yellow heat to my whirlwinds of law!