Winter's Call
How often have we trekked this place,
along its ancient, narrow trace;
to feel the pale sun's trickling rays
that mark the passing of the days.
We trod near timeworn, sentry trees
and drink each moment to its lees.
We hike this narrow, snow-laced trail
as long as legs and light don't fail.
Though chilled this austere shadow land
paints pictures which are still quite grand.
Our reverie among the trees
puts both the heart and mind at ease
How quickly do the seasons flee,
though many we've been graced to see.
From green of spring and summer rich,
to autumn's vibrant, rich-hued niche.
We savor days this crisp and prime
and live for seasons so sublime.
When cold and snow bring icy sprawl,
we're still most fond of winter's call.
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
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