Snowy Day
Knee deep in snow I walk.
Listening to the wind
In the trees, flying
snow everywhere.
Silent the sound.
Just the rustling
of tree limbs flying snow.
I walk through the forest
cleansing my my mind.
Squirrels in the trees
chattering at my presence.
Crows in the sky,
not a cloud In the scene.
Further I walk,
heading for the pond.
A red Fox crosses my path.
Beautiful!
Virgin snow I plow through.
I float away in the world that I'm in.
The pond now in sight
I ponder the scene.
Wind whipping the snow
across the pond,
huge snow monsters
I can see.
Stepping onto the ice
cracking
sounds can be heard.
I step back,
deciding a better path
I need find.
I return home
to the sounds of the day,
cold and refreshed.
Sitting by the fire,
hot chocoholic In hand.
Reflecting and smiling
at my time in the woods.
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