crowings

Long and shining silver blades billowing outwards in Chinese fan form dusting off as dazzling stars landscaping new frontier above the glazed horizon humble glory arced steeply rising overhead stretched envelopment falls in pieces binding the ground it pores its forth returning empty potential reminding hustled stirs in august rousing silent currents set swirling to dawn dances cyclic towards impending silver hued night as trees maroon soft leaves lolling down to crisp in cistern sacrament fading back in promise of new buds an overcoming ash calm settles in the quiet twilight faint a glimmer squinting through the grey basking shroud peeks to silent eyes of all gazing openly upon eternity