The views of winter from the ground have a subdued but ethereal composition. Devoid of vivid colors, a hundred myriad shade of gray, taupe, and brown blend and merge together like hues of a black and white rainbow.
Bits of discarded bark lay on the forest floor like bits of sculptural debris.
Dried fallen leaves carpet the soil in a withered blanket.
Pinecones and acorns, windfall from the bounty of fall, lie scattered about.
Though somber and gray, the colors of winter still whisper of beauty
Blessings to you,