Barren cream pearls and glitter

There is a tree on the hills' mountain
wearing
tapered glass sleeves, leaking glittered ice
trickling, dazzling diamond dust down dusty dry bark
stark,
bleak bare beauty
clothed and coated with,
crushed cream pearls
flurried against the hill
recklessly riding rolling land

floating
twirling twisting
snaking, sneaking
into extended reaching branches
hooked and gnarled
crooked and crossed
accentuated against contrasting backdrops
infinite pale grey blue horizon
redundant sun sitting muted
setting ghost like and silent

long
spiked
blackest of shadows
stealing, stretching
across spectrum sprinkled landscapes
stars greet  ghost sun goodbye
sparkling
crushed pearls become
calm lulling ocean
lapping
frosted frozen roots
of the tree on the hills' mountain.