Winter's Troubadour Vanguard

The world is softer now for being harder now, Aspen bones draped in fingers of fleeting filigree frost, Silence shrouds by mist's embrace, dark stately pine, Winter's troubadour vanguard.

A wee pipe in the brisk.

Six inches of snow the day after winter's troubadour vanguard.

#withabandon