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.