This Dragon's Land

This Dragon's Land How crept in the warmth of lucid thought on this snow-veiled meadow where summer’s rent is past due and life’s impetus is bent on suckling spring, I cannot guess? But imagine for a moment life cast out into winter’s clutch, where treetops poke up through snow, where snow devils foxtrot transversely through moonscape, where the unyielding rock lichen bite into cliff-side, where jovial scarcity is enough for life here. Progress forward, And winter is not lost to those summer-imbued meadows, for as fine as the mysteries I shift, as desperate their dance, I know any enlightenment is but in mock abbreviation to meaningful answer. And yet are any necessary? Let winds scatter, moonlight shine down, blue day fade to black night. Give me a tangible body, you milk-eyed, blushed-cheeked hope and I will remember winter’s breath in this dragon’s land.