The lea is so brown067dbd63282612b0219d489d47de1e30
Clumps churned in rows
Spread across the nearest vista
Brown seems to permeate everything around me and in me
It feels odd to me, almost unnatural
I’m not ready
There is something so restful about pure white
Laying against the ground
White lays against me too when I see it spread before me
Rooftops bearing loads
Grasses limed if barely peaking through
But rain fell and the pristine crystals melt away
The road becomes a pond
Leaving me traveling on, gazing out my window
On a winter’s day pining for white peace

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