Early morning snow sifts into the winter wood. Cooper and I cannot resist a jaunt down rustic trails near our home.
Snowflakes cavort under ashen skies.
Ethereal touches on cheek and brow
Encourage pursuit of their perfection,
Their epistle of enlightenment, their,
Solace for the human heart and soul.
Abide the wisdom in their whispers,
Gathered among untold stars, and,
Now consigned to an earthly existence
Among tall trees in winter slumber.
© Ilija Lukić 2015
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| Winter Woodlands |
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| Woodland Trail |
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