“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.” ― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones Winter’s peaceful reflection a slowing of the seasons, when time pauses in the frigid coldwhile we ponder where the year has…
ListenDo you hear that?Heart song on evening windA flutter, a rush, serenading
winter solstice wings soaring through the blackened sky
frosted with winter
Winter’s peaceful reflection a slowing of the seasons, when time pauses in the frigid coldwhile we ponder where the year has gonecontemplating our life with introspectionhaving no regrets so much for things we’ve done But rather what we have not dared to endeavor.
These decaying leaves hold mysteries of life, death, and rebirtha miraculous blend of science and magic sustaining where they recklessly fall, creating a patchwork blanket to warm tiny seeds yearning to anchor into the richness of Mother Earth.
Gloomy dawnMisty fog creeping