The Naked View

Spring Light, dazzling on the snowy slopes, fills now the niches with delicate strokes. I found such a place, and I wander here on most days. I found a place where small spruce have made a home. Their textured limbs play out against the softness of the snow, and the light brings them out from the darkness. Even the sky above with a wisp of cloud, echoes back the movements of sun-lit strokes; and earth and sky become a window joining up the intervening space of upper hill. Along the edges of this frame, limbless trees, combine with the street lights on the hill top above, forming a larger shape through which the eye scans the distance view. In time, if left alone this place will fill itself with a forest of spruce, and the view shall be lost.