Written by Kai Blomquist
A bee buzzes gently through the garden alight on the catch of a breeze.
The flowers grow in the light of the late-autumns sun, the warmth the food of their life.
Winter bears down now early December and touches the ground with feather light fingers, a caress of falling snow.
The artic fox and the mighty lynx make their arrival clear.
The buzz of the bees long since silenced waiting for the return of spring.
Low-Key Writing 