Rolling Hills In Winter

It is cold this morning, my breath a cloud of white No snow yet, although it rained a bit last night My path today meanders around the quiet lagoon Enjoying the white of last nights winter moon Far away mountain peaks are iced with snow Faint sunshine gives them an aerie glow Almost every leaf is gone from the old apple tree But there is beauty in the gnarled skeleton I see Coyotes cry from behind the oak topped hill Perhaps they know harder times are coming still There is a stark beauty in this winter face I find a certain kind of peace in this quiet place For The Winter Couplet contest A winter walk....