Chilled Earth

With the creaking of dead wood,the forest speaks harsh toneswhile wild winds BLOW;making whistling, whistling,whistling screechy whispers;shifting shadows in the trees.Then it slowly stalks its prey… Crunch, crunch, crunchgoes each solitary steady step,into drifts of freshly fallenflakes all unique, yet moundand towered high stately pileswhich obscure, ruin my viewdrifts of snow in frozen earth.Its growlContinue reading “Chilled Earth”