The Winter Prince

The blue is paling as the air thins and withdraws from the warmth in preparation of the inevitable tide. 
The trees now naked and almost shivering in the brisk breeze. 
Those with leaves are twisted, almost distorted, flinching away from the cold beginning to creep in.   
The sun slices through the suspense every now and again with bloom like brilliance of red yellows and orange stretching for the sky. 

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Illustration from The Winter Prince


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