There is a deep sense of untainted wilderness
when walking in the woods after a fresh snow.
Barren boughs stretch to the heavens,
which answers with an affable yet penetrating breeze.
Limbs
oppressed by mounting snow burden
evergreens to gracefully bow.
The snow
drifts are like a Winter amphitheater for the distant chatter of birds Autumn
has left behind.
Hedge
branches pervade a pristine
trail,
outstretched as if to greet me.
A secluded hollow summons my soul to rest within her soft,
snowy embrace.
A resting
pause, a calm invitation, a moment’s portion
is my only payment –
for I must
endure through this snow-banked trail
to gently touch its supernal end.
Where the
eastward breeze shall lose her bite,
snow surrenders into tiny droplets.
Then Winter's
ethereal beauty shades Spring no longer,
hope will birth Dawn eternal.
