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. Sensitive Pond Poems Long Snow Poems Genuine poems pertaining to Woods
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