A Winter In Yosemite
gentle flakes drift down
to soften the valley floors
while lacing the trees
with the silent retelling
of ancient native legends
winding brooks of glass
shimmer as they meander
through meadows of gleaming frost
A crystalline bridal veil
adorns the cathedral cliffs
granite monoliths,
crafted by glacier giants,
surround this valley...
hovering, as if to guard
the peace in God's gift to earth
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For Brian Strand's Contest: #223
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