A Walk In Winter

Cold breeze cutting to the bone
as pitter patter of sleet hit leaves.
Squirrels running around gathering acorns
blue jays, sparrows, juncos
flying tree to tree.
Fountain spraying free
in the lake 
as I walk at its side.
Leaves in winter array 
lay on the ground 
crunching under my stride.
Flakes of white
begin to fly from above 
as I round the bend.
Rocky outcropping covered with ice
as go through the valley 
my mind floats free
with joy and peace.
Cold wind swaying mighty trees
side to side
in their naked array.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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January 25, 2014 at 9:13 AM
You have portrayed Winter so beautifully , Michael .................Wonderful write ! Enjoyed stopping by reading this lovely poem of yours ! Love , Saanvi :))
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January 25, 2014 at 9:58 AM
Thank you Saanvi for the visit and warm compliment on this poem. A soup hug from a souper friend Michael
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January 17, 2014 at 9:15 AM
Great poem here, Michael...my kinda stuff....Caleb
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January 17, 2014 at 6:52 PM
Thanks Caleb for visit glad you enjoyed it
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December 13, 2013 at 7:24 PM
Winter has its own kind of beauty! so true Light & Love
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December 15, 2013 at 6:28 AM
Thanks Debbie for your comments your soup friend Michael
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November 30, 2013 at 8:50 AM
Beautiful images. You have painted a rich scene here.
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November 30, 2013 at 9:18 AM
Thanks Monterey for that. I actually took that walk and then wrote it down. The best way I know to clear your head and to give readers the experience of being there. Your soup friend Michael
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November 28, 2013 at 7:55 AM
Love the winter time outside is cold, clear and quiet. Your poem reflects this perfectly
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November 28, 2013 at 9:21 PM
Thanks Joseph foe your comment on my poem. Your soup friend Michael
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