Loving this photo ensemble! thecourtneybrooke: The winter woods, with out a snow flake fallen, ice and moss wrap around pines and stone. The trees speak softly of wild hunts and woodwose in the valley. Toil briskly for the day light fades and Holda’s fiery fog rushes dusk. Soon a blanket of feathery dust will mark your trails. Underneath the oak sits your king waiting for your breast and body.  (Source: thecourtneybrooke)