The wind weaves
through the trees
carrying the songs
of the wilderness
branches bend
the forest hums
with soft whispers
nature’s breath
fierce yet gentle
frozen rivers speak
crystals form
on silent boughs
the chill kiss of dawn
winter’s cold embrace
nature paused
in glassy still
© Ann Bagnall

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