Bewildered,
At the beauty of it all
Klimts palette
Gold and crimson
Paints the skies
Spilling over
the rosy-lilac snowfields
Soft sighing north wind
Sings oh so cold
Ah, the Robin sings his orison
To the failing, crooked moon
Sailing high and silver
in cerulean blue.
#CoSopoetry
@matty7w Beautiful.