The woods

All was quiet and enigmatic that sunset,
whilst the horses huddled in their homes

and the ice in the fields
served as hard armor to the sleeping earth

The crystalline necklaces of the evergreens shined in the pink light, the complexity of the moody air and soy bean fields enchanted me; I saw these things through the vast nothingness I call home.
The borderline scenery was trying to give me advice, blithe advice it was. If anything, they all made me forget for a while.