On moon lit paths.
Earth sleeps among
Thoughts and feelings
Blur with dark wood shadows.
Familiar landscape lies hidden,
Feels strange and magical.
Mist rises off the river
Coating shoreline trees in shells of ice.
Broken ice floats away
To melt and join the sea.
Landscape changes with the approach of spring and
I leave the warmth of my cottage to witness.
Long sleep of the dark time loosens its grip
And the world stretches and awakens once again.
The dependability of the seasons never disappoints
bringing stability to my life and loves.