A free form Nature poem.
|White Skinned Trees
Ribbons of fog waft through the white skinned trees
A hawk disrupts the snow as it lands,
Sending clusters Earthward, landing softly with a winter's whisper
The hawk cries for its mate "shrieeeek shrieeeek", piercing the silence
A wild horse purrs as the steam leaves its nostrils
The valley is at peace ... resting ... resting ... now silent.