The piercing air unwelcoming to tough bones, refreshing and soft in breathes.
The only noise in the quiet wood
birds humming a song.
One leg after the other.
Gazing at dead skies and the vast space,
but with every step, life still grows,
trees swaying,Critters rustling in snow,
Sage green moss still and flourishing,
skyward I go,
Closer than ever to a mind clear,
liberation in grasp.
Mother nature attacks,
her ice slick and steep,
enveloping the earth,
Blocking the path,
Declining a want for clarity,
her chaos controlling the right path,
her rain rushing,
So downward you go.
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