An early sunrise casts a scene,
beautiful tranquility near a ravine.
Trickling ice angels searching for home,
wandering down a path, continuing to roam.
Branches sway as time stands still,
winter beauty is a nature lovers thrill.
Darkness excites her, shadows tease,
sensual caresses soothe upon a finger tip breeze.
She is the epitome of mystical grace,
mother earth, lady without a face.