Snow-Bliss
What perfect desolation
Walking the north flank of Mount Muir
Through a corridor of towering pines
Freighted with new snow,
When the slightest pulse of wind
Sends an ice-dust
Down the ladder of branches
To where I stand exhilirated
As it crosses my cheek
Copyright © Craig Steiger | Year Posted 2006
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