spring snow - midnight

It snowed on Tuesday night, and it was wet so it stuck heavily to every tree. Walking around at midnight was eerie - ghostly trees and muffled sounds...all that could be heard was the sound of snow drops falling off trees, and the occassional howl of a coyote. I sat outside the cabin and let my imagination roam...

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The night traveler meets a path through the woods, unrecognizable to him. Boughs lean downward, bearing the weight upon them as an aged king bears his worries. The traveler bends his head in deference to their regal bearing. He lifts his head to see bare branches, laden not with spring buds, but with a heavy snow. The lady of the willow stretches out her fair arms above him as a canopy. The proud birch lends her string of pearls, slender as iridescent webs arching over his weary head. Giant poplars tower over, silent specters in the moonless night. And in silence, there is sorrow as the queen loses her celestial headpiece; each jewel turning to liquid and falling to the floor of the earth. Her subjects mourn for her loss as her luminous tiara melts into the shadows. He smells only their tears, as a world pregnant with expectation of the otherworldly. Brooding, waiting for the veil to life. Beauty, swiftly attained and slowly bidding farewell. There is no time, only silence. His eyes close, every limb holding pose, as if to move would cause the shattering of the world. More is here than snow and trees and dripping water. The Other is here, watching over the scene even as the specters watch from on high.

He sees, in the distance, a small band of light gleaming in the dark. He hastens on, breaking the silent enchantment. But more is here.

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After that, I heard a whole pack of coyotes so I dashed inside, visions of otherwordly beasts nearly visible in my mind.