The Winter A Majestic Hawk Glides through the Cool Air Above. The Ground below is Frozen. The Oaks feel his Mighty Flight. Nature has no Match for His Grace. The Squirrels frolic Amongst the Trees. As if to Play according to Ritual Greetings. They Display little Fear. The Bright Sun Warms the Wind. Leaves have Fallen, Leaving most Branches Naked. A Rebirth is Coming. The Spring Awaits the Cleansing of the Cold. The Sun rises Late and Sets Early. Darkness Purges Many of the Day’s Impurities. All... Read More