One frosty autumn morning, leaves spent and scattered upon the ground
all the earth is quiet, lightly powdered with a wintry white dust.
I walk barefoot upon the icy blades of grass, feeling it crunch beneath my feet
frigid air fills my lungs, invigorating me; exhaling I see my breath.
As nature descends into its winter sleep, my senses ascend, and I awake.
© Julie Rehnelt 2013
Then I shiver and go inside to get myself a hot cuppa. 😀
Peace & love…