Aspen Grove II
Is this an impenetrable forest of tall white willowy trunks, ghost like and shimmering in the early morning sun? At their feet a blanket of rich golden grass dancing in the breeze like flames alight, dazzling in their contrast, warm and inviting against the cold ghouly forest behind that seems to bar our way.
Forward we wander, called closer by the eerie spectacle, entranced and intrigued to explore the silver forest as if it were a haunted house waiting our timid inspection. Magical in the morning light, tempting rather than inviting, let's go lose ourselves in their trunky midst.