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,
You have a beautiful eye, Sarah!
Oh thank you Eliza! I’m always staring at the ground when I walk and waiting to see what lovelies are there. Hope you are well!
Yes, thank you – Blessings!