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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