Ah.................
Trudging the trail of Winter quiet,
Leaving a bit of scene behind,
with every aching forward step.
Enjoying the kaleidoscopic frost,
feeling mesmerized....
Are there secrets hidden here?
azure, crystal enveloping skies,
wind shaking, rustling branches,
crackling steps, up and down hills,
aching muscles, the pain of continuing
sharp, fast inhalations
complex dazzling snowflakes
The path not forked
beating its way to finality.
Snowflakes pool on my beaded coat,
circling and falling and dropping down,
not penetrating.
Thankful to the animal
for its skin and protection.
I am glad for everything.
while splashing slush,
along this path,
Just this once. |
Submission Name: Sharing The Native Peace Pipe
