Nature´s Frosty Brush by Ann Åhsberg

I´m driving along an avenue.
Frosty trees surrounding me on both sides.
The sun spreads its light over a sparkling landscape.
After a while the mist descends like a curtain over the road.
I´m near the river.
Nature changes its shape.
From having traveled in a haze, I will return to the light.

The next moment I was met by yet another wonderful sight.

A lake where the sun is reflected with red hues on the ice.
The trees are painted white, with natures frosty brush, like a passepartout around the lake.
My soul had got fuel.

Thank you winterday!

Copyright © Ann Åhsberg

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