Winter: Breath In The Crystal Air

Winter: Breath In The Crystal Air

White washed, vacant leaves
Deserting trees and bees and breeze,
Falling toward a forest floor
To rest together evermore.
Upon which is claimed a heavenly canvas blank, sculpted, woven there, covering those who walked before,
There upon the forest floor.

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