Crimson Berries Beneath the Snow Peak

A snow-bright crown stands silent, carved in sky, While teal dusk holds a round and patient sun. Red berries flare like embers drifting by, In leaf-dark shade where summer’s work is done. The mountain keeps its vow of crystal white, Its ridges etched like stories in the cold. Below, the branches gather scarlet light, And teach the waiting earth to still be bold.