Grand journey,
Great white adventure
Open roads
Closed off copse of trees
Vast and secluded simultaneously, silent,
melodious beauty
Sights and sounds, nonetheless, honest.
Winter exposes the raw undergarments of the earth,
naked trunks and skinny snow slicked branches.
Covering grass, parading frozen over brooks and ponds, with icicles adorning dripping stones, freezing cascades.
Animals are swift to fall into sleeping,
tucked away in their burrows.
I will seek you again.
I cannot swear off winter, yet.
Dawning Creations 
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