Nov 3
She sings and roars, bare and cold. Unknown dances in her words of old, are the distant echoes of stories untold.
Colors of brilliance shine then fade; teaching silent lessons, and in their wake a path of peace is laid.
Colors of brilliance shine then fade; teaching silent lessons, and in their wake a path of peace is laid.
I write a lot when out watching the auroras through the winter. A little something I do to stay grounded during the long, dark months. This is one of a good handful. Hope you enjoy :)
