The majesty of a walk in the monumental natural pressures always brings one a sense of awe.
The rebirthing blossoms of spring.
The beauty of effervescent greens of the summer.
The hodge-podge of burnt almonds to magenta of autumn.
To the slumber of winter.
Cherry blossoms burst forth … spring
Now… the rest of winter
Note: I could be becoming addicted to NaPoeWroMo?
Written for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer.