Winter Journal

Winter Journal

White, quiet snow
Frozen fog at day break
A captured moment through
  womanly eyes.
Fluttering chilly, yellow finches
  happy with sad.
Undisturbed tree swing buried,
  in the artic wind.
No child voice today.
Deer grouped together, steaming tails down, frosted steaming
  backs hoofing it back carefully to a barren wooded shelter.
Ever so tranquil crunching.
Earth sadness covered in a fresh milk hue.
White, quiet snow.

*** written 2-11-04

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