Winter crisp a distance mile

 

Come to the house imposing in it's shabbinees standing with me he did not mind to there yeet of the distance one mile standing softly suddenly, it began to snow 3 to 4 inches deep the long from the highest at its narrow do we stay away from the narrowist part, part he turned his mount widened to a point behind as he shifted inspite of his step light to each step crunched threw the snow underneath feet the snow behind her toward though any the house she sank down though any distance felt impossible any distance sounds rising over the snow with her back to the door she glanced quickly the winter wind dried her tears just barely freezing her nose and cheeks the voices cried they reached the house shivering from the winter crisp the late winter the winter wind whips against her face the snow being scattered lightly threw snow - roofs stood softly grey sky rolling the snow whirled wildly wind felled in leaving the footprints in the snow covered tree's light filled my house flash through the darkened light threaded through grey low clouds the hidden sun was setting in the snow the white grey snow clouds the sky was hazy shade of winter seen swaying the cold wind blows in the gloom peering out through the darkness.

The next morning, the sight of snow falling outside the woodlands the shallow valleys with the opened woodland wailed with the echoing sound due to there fondest of the forest leaving standing and fallen deadwood brown with snow top covered branches abare dusty came to mind the old fire very rarely kindled falling outside her dusty windowsill refelecting in the small wooden wing her mood she took a sip of her coffee in the warm little house a sight of snow falling outside her window drew her gaze she starred threw the window light glowed threw the hazy window thawing in the sunshine, the horses galloped quickly all the brightness, let the little crystals form fall in the sky places still snow -patched from last night's covering drew feeling the coziness as she gazed glanced out the window morning rambles morning rise up over the pastures a away her memories in the small house there was a few secrets those eyes were warm the pastures lay deep in the shadow drifting clouds threw the pastureland warm sunshine, its branches almost touching the pine trees the fence post were covered and drew out all their fragrance from the winter wind she closed her eye's with the smell of the fragrance from the tree's the relief from howling winter winds to a new distance mile to the last house stood cold and silent to the prairie's on every side.