Let us walk a new trail today,
along the western edge of the swamp.
Let us walk among the cedar trees,
to the place where the brazen squirrels
leave their spoils.
still so green in January.
When we come to that soft rise
on the northern edge of the meadow,
let us lay in the snow for a while.
We will hear the wind sigh,
feel the earth breathe,
as we look up and see the runes
that the trees have written on the sky.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.
Check out Steve's icy Sunday at Out on the Prarie
Don't miss Pom Pom's stroll at Pom Pom's Ponderings.