The newness of winter white washes
Across the countryside circumscribed
By the all but motionless creek
That meanders lazily at the base of the hill
The stony face like a mountain lion
Watching over the scene for the slightest movement
Of a jackrabbit skittering over the snow
As the sun sets in orange and purple hues
Over the jagged horizon of treetops and barns.
I let out my foggy breath and wonder
When life became so serene, so quiet,
And I, so introspective as to allow it,
The brief pause to adore the art of Nature.
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