Dyed leaves lay across my path.Softly winter comes Stillness.Sun shines through my window stillThe dark sky forebodesNoises.Mountain high in sight turns whiteBreathe the scent of pine Memories. Click for high-res photo

Dyed leaves lay across my path.

Softly winter comes

Stillness.


Sun shines through my window still

The dark sky forebodes

Noises.



Mountain high in sight turns white

Breathe the scent of pine

Memories.

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