Without A Trace

The snow covering the ground gently.
Floating gracefully on top the tender blades of grass. Accentuating every imperfection imprinted upon the moist dirt.Every wolf's tracks and each deer's nose print traced carefully o'er the land.

The ashy color of the icy blanket lying everywhere. With an occasional crimson petal abed snowy turf, gracing you with its isolated presence.With which will soon follow its end to existence. And will no longer charm the idle eye beholding fields of a frigid embrace.