Walk Through the Woods
A walk through the woods on a wintry day
Making fresh tracks in the blanket of snow,
Bundled up in my parka, muffler, and gloves
Biding my time with no specific place to go,
Watching the sun shining through the trees
Through icy mists of breath fog on my glasses
Occasionally, a tree limb gives up its burden,
And I think of the hearth and fireplace blazes.
Beauty lives here among the oaks and pines
Rising above the ground all smooth and white
While lush undergrowth hidden secretly rests,
Fresh heavy snow must have fallen last night.
Wondering at the mystical silence all around
Peace here in the woods, with nary a sound.
Written December 21, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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