Forest walk–crisp night,
Moon reflecting off snow white.
Pure as God’s Angels
Welcoming the virgin birth
Into this diluted world.
So short a time is the beauty unspoiled;
Where footsteps have not yet soiled.
Until man imparts his bloody mark
Corrupting nature’s pristine gift.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Truly Beautiful Dom :)
Thank you so much Morgan. :)
The walks have been crisp these days…brrrr
Here as well…for Arizona at least. :)
Great metaphor for life, Dom :)
Thank you Jen, sometimes I get lucky. :)