A Winter Spell

 

In a clearing,
In a forest,
In a valley,

In the mountains,
In the Rockies,
In the winter.

There are no buildings,
There are no roads,
There are no disturbances.

The pines are covered with snow,
Bob cat prints trek through the meadow,
All is calm, all is quiet,
Save for the soft hoots of an owl.

The moon is full,
And the stars bright,
A lone blue spruce stands tall,
Absent of any of the meadow's sparkling snow.

There is no breeze,
The mountains stand majestic,
The trees dwell dormant,
All is dusted, covered with Winter's blessing

A serene landscape,
Of Winter's unrequitable beauty;
Of snow and mountains,
Of love and hope.

Time stops in the beauty beneath a Winter spell.

 

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