Orange, Snowdrops

Sun. Sunset. Forest in a blanket, cluster of snowdrops, poking through. A chill wind brushes the drops, they whisper as they move.

Blue egg, Steep Mountains

A storm above harsh cold slate, jagged, wet, forbidding. Backs are turned from its impressive form. A nest, sheltered, crowded, jostled. A single blue egg falls; the smash is never heard.