#darknaturecore

Moon Catcher

A woven thread of twilight’s glow,

She casts her net where moonbeams flow.

A tender thief of moonlight grace,

Her eyes reflect the moon's pale face.

In crescent light, her secrets stay,

A ghost of dawn, she fades away.

• Cold Blue •

Winter still covers the entire forest with snow, and surrounds the rushing mountain streams with ice. The branches of the trees whisper tales, of the enchantment of winter sleep

Winter blue still reminds me that it is far from the sight of spring

• Misty Mountains •