Natur-al

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Soft winds plying by the winter mounts,
The whisper of leaves as if touched by the breath,
The tangled branches casting shadows on the footsteps.
Man and nature, blended in the shadows and the wind
The rustling of leaves muted by the white storm.
Layers and layers of snow challenging man's existence,
Moonbeams on snow covered path,
 Silence carpeted my world around
The glistening tips and my roving eye
Man and nature distant yet together again.

Snow Flushed

White magic

A place to stop.

Shadowy mounts.

The pure sideroads

The lonely survivor

Way to the top.