A dark evergreen shouldered with snow, its farthest needles frozen in glassy ice. All is still and quiet, yet there is dancing beneath these frozen chandeliers, a whispering wind that makes light sing and shimmer within this quiet forest, within this quiet world. How are you both wind and light, and the black and the icy night?
A dark evergreen shouldered with snow
Originally published: Mar 2006 Featured in one of my books