Winter Time pt. 2

Aspen trees are naked now, with white trunks speckled in black. They stand erect, and litter the mountains and valleys. What once was green, now is white, as the ground below is covered with snow, satin in appearance and bitter to the touch. The air feels as if inhaling glass, yet strangely refreshing to the lungs. A river too, runs along the covered path, frozen now, with protrusion of rock. Icicles hang from the tips of branches, growing longer with each passing day. Snow weighs down adament evergreens, as some branches dip down and kiss the ground. High above any aforementioned tree sits a mountain's unreachable peak. Shrouded by clouds, perpetually asleep, and absent of life, the peak is lonely. Cabins are few, yet where there is one, little puffs of smoke escape through chimney stacks, as yellow light emits from frosted windows Nature's living is now asleep, awaiting for arrival of Spring. Sometimes above within the gray, a bird soars freely in search of pray. Little rabits with purity in white, scamper across the ground, and vanish in their tiny dwellings. The howl of wolves deep within the forest, send terror into the hearts of creatures. But when they are seen in beauty and grace, no one can deny them their magnificent state. This is the land where winter thrives freely, and also where nature sleeps peacefully. Untouched and unspoiled by hand of man, this is a place of purity and innocence. Written December 18th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 05:22 PM PST   0 • 10