Winter Clarity

Flowing creek cuts down
through red clay, over moss-covered rocks.

Curved contours follow coves,
as ridges weave through quiet forest.

Farm-worn furrows cross the flats,
whispering stories of families past.

Gray boles stand silent, stripped of embellishment;
neither dead nor asleep–merely waiting.

Shadows outline bones of the winter landscape;
revealing purpose without distraction.

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