WOODS AND SNOWY ROADS: a poem

A hard edged winter blue sky
Hammered into an overhead dome
Over snow covered woods
Over woods covered hills.

The summer roads now snowy
Packed for a short distance by
Multiple tracks of machines
Who took their noise and left
Behind a silent walking path.

We walk these un-cleared summer
Roads, a playground for those
Noisome machines, now gone.
We walk and look at other
Tracks and signs that point out
Paths into the trees and brush.

This blanketed woodland is a home
And haven for creatures who have
No use for our machinery.
They follow their own trails
To food and crude shelter,
To water and a place away from us.

We marvel at their numbers.
We look for their logic but
Finding none we wonder at
Their strength, their advantages
In this harsh home.

Our eyes pinch partially shut
At the sun’s bright crystal light
Thrown back from the icy whiteness.
There is no melting yet, the air
Frozen in a motionless chill.

Distant bird calls, murmuring ice
Covered stream, crunching footfalls
Are the background music for
Our afternoon exploration, our
Fortunate foray into this
Temporary wilderness.

Too soon the sub-zero cold drives
Us off the snowy roads, out of
The woodland hills to our home.
Our shelter is warm and fine but
That outside winter place with its
Blue domed ceiling and pure white
Snowy carpet holds the beauty of my
Lover’s heart.

HAVE A FINE DAY