As orbs of light
Fell from the dark of night
They hit the waters edge and between
Of the lower and upper stream
Stood in the middle
He watched as snow caught the trees in tow
Like catapults of wonder
They filled his curious mind
Hitting his senses
He could only dreamed of what no one else had seen
His eyes focused in the forest terrain
With an open umbrella held upside down
Catching reflections of tinsel sparks
Shallow water hovering overhead
Wild bird’s wild hawks
As he turned to walk away
His mind smiled in captured images
Of that snowy kaleidoscope displayed
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