White
In deep-set snow we trudge out,
feet evicting cracking sounds
as the ground speaks out to us,
whispering the secrets of the trees,
stretched high to the darkening sky.
Night whistles in early, striding over,
dusting a sparkling sweep of stars.
We watch the crossing of a lone deer,
stopping once to sniff the chill air,
a magnificent creature of silence.
Our feet sink into this snowy world,
the crispness echoing all around.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, December 17, 2021
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