New Season

I just love and admire nature, what else can I say!

The Wind smells of oak burning

While moon cries for sleep

The sun shines on snow and ice

On the last baldes of withering grass

Awakening the western world

With a bitter first cold

From a lusty winter's night

Author's Note

Did I make the font large enough! :) I couldn't think of a title so this will do for now.

Reviews

[Anand Sehgal]

The Wind smells of oak burning
While moon cries for sleep

gave me a flavor of campfire we had in last December :)
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[Phantom Heart]

You camp in the winter?! :) I love camping!

[Anand Sehgal]

I am a fan of trail hiking and camping. North Carolina has given me ample scope .

[MAC]

great imagery in this well written piece. enjoying the soft and inspiring style of your work

[Phantom Heart]

Thank you!

[Marina]

captures the sharpness of a first cold! each line carries charmingly to the next :)

[Phantom Heart]

Thanks, Marina. I appreciate you reading!

[wunder]

~wow~gorgeous imagery-it really puts you in
the moment-and very smoothly expressed-i think~
~you have painted an emotion/moment beautifully!~ :))

[Phantom Heart]

Thank you, James. Thanks for taking the time to read.

[wunder]

~oh-no worries-you're welcome~it's my pleasure~ :))