A Special Place

shifting and swirling wind biting cold first light coming around the bend illuminating each crevice and every fold the kind of silence that makes a sound lone bird on a branch snow drifts by the pound snow falling by happenstance misty mountains revealed herds slowly moving through the tree line lit by the yawning morning sun shield mountain mornings are one of a kind trees coated in snow all saplings and greenery lying doormat beneath the layers not till' summer will they show held in the clutches of winter's strong grip, quiet prayers hips and spines hand crafted by the creator silent, long since frozen creeks views, there are none greater lone, stalwart peaks silent cathedrals of glistening light grand columns amongst the cloud caps granite faces of extraordinary might white tipped tree caps taciturn sequoias standing tall guarding the valleys and watching the glistening sprawl among backwood alleys