Winter Time
By bdgrey
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. High above any aforementioned tree sits a mountain's unreachable peak shrouded by clouds, perpetually asleep. Cabins are few, yet where there is one, little puffs of smoke escape through chimney stacks. This is the land where winter thrives freely, and also where nature sleeps quite peacefully. Written November 24th, 2001 © on Nov 24 2001 04:32 PM PST 0 • 10
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