Snowy Day

Snowy Day short poem

Photo by BryanAlexander

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 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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