It appears death won: The bare trees and frozen ground, but no, wait for Spring. Advertisements
The frozen ground and bare tree in the fog of crisp winter air: life sleeps
Most birds fly south for winter while others stay home and weather the storms.
Amid nature we find peace and tranquility but it takes effort.
Long weeping branches that nearly touch the ground whilst blocking our sunlight.
Tell yourself what you need or want to hear because it will set you free.
We slept under stars and woke cuddled near the lake to begin our dreams
I left to follow my dreams while you waited, but now we are strangers.