Eagle Eye

A poem of winter.

By Abrianna LeamingPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Deep drifts of lost snow

Swift is the bird who arcs above

The mountain's icy peak.

nature poetry

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Abrianna Leaming

Abrianna is an author whose novel writing is imbued with her passion for exhilarating stories that are set in worlds that captivate. She’s diligently working on her next project, a novel set in a young world presided by very old gods.

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A poem of winter.

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