The trees are well established in the ground, they weather the seasons gracefully.
Winter , the rest period for nature, hibernation and sleep, branches covered in snow, like a cold blanket encasing the tree. Outstretched branches like fingers frozen in time. movement minimal, icy surrounds a winter wonderland. If the sun trys to shine through, snow sparkles like a diamond, on a slender finger, showing off her majesty……
The stream becomes an ice sculpture of beauty. Frozen in time, water struggles to move through the icy sheets. Captured crystals of ice , where within lies leaves , ready to break free when the sun melts the pieces , formed by nature itself. The heartbeat of the stream silent, until released by the sun, then will flow once again…..
Life on the Lake asleep, accept for a few swans gliding past, searching for food, breathtaking rolling hills, slowly being uncovered by the melting snow. Quietness of the lake as it glistens in the sun, sparkling and shimmering in appreciation of the warmth provided by the sun……
As I walk the path, the trees stand like soldiers upright and guiding my way forward. cold bites at my skin, leaving blushing cheeks. Silent and still as nature sleeps, Taking my time, to walk the wonderland, that nature gifts to me. crisp cool air refreshes my lungs, rejuvenates my soul…………………..
By Tess Martin copyright
