The Riven Tree
The trail is quiet, not a bird breaks the silent, trackless, virgin Colorado Powder.
Time itself rests from its relentless, steady, pushing and cracking through to an unmarked path.
No spring on the wing, no thaw, no new growth needling its way into a new spring morning.
No, not yet.
Time itself rests from its relentless, steady, pushing and cracking through to an unmarked path.
No spring on the wing, no thaw, no new growth needling its way into a new spring morning.
No, not yet.
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