but without
a walk was taken on a winter's day
icy silence and drippy nose
fencepost shrouded by hordes of snowflakes
bare trees and biting breeze
seeming desolation hides life and green
drift and icicle by wind made mad
i left no tracks
a walk was taken on a winter's day
icy silence and drippy nose
fencepost shrouded by hordes of snowflakes
bare trees and biting breeze
seeming desolation hides life and green
drift and icicle by wind made mad
i left no tracks
posted by David at 8:30 PM
3 Comments:
You just described desolate winter in the best way.
I actually miss being able to take walks like that... but perhaps I can take the same type of solitary walks in a different way here — on the beach where my footprints can be washed away.
I like how your poetry is short but sweet. such a vivid picture of winter, I love it.
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