Sunday, March 22, 2015

3.22.15 The forest quieted by the night



At five am, the sky was filled with faint golden billowing clouds,
 silently racing by overhead, as much of the living slept on. 

The air warmer than the snows and cool of yesterday, 
the forest quieted by the night.


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