Wintertide

the silence of the night is stirred by strong pulses from the north that cut across the moonlit ocean the waters shimmer and gleam like gold, as nature begins her perpetual motion, an increased volume of sound greets the land with the hooting of an owl fading away into the hills replaced by the breath of mother natures icy chills in a lonely dwelling in a distant field the mice they scurry across the beams to rest to the safety of their straw clad nests fir trees in a forest glade bow down and quiver as the majestic force of life rises across streams and rivers down through the valleys, the villages and towns the windsong continues until at last, the silence of the night abounds, snowflakes are falling without a sound.... mikeymo {Subject to copyright} mike monahan