Winter Woods

What a lively, desolate place this is.

Happy New Year!

A poem for wintertime.

The Dirt Was Laced With Ice And My Breath Was Fog

Quiet
        temperature dropped
		Dirt 
        in frozen 
Silence
			vibrations hidden under

Stiff
	sticks set 
			in hills and hollows

Stop
        they speak 
                Sorrow
        creak-cracking 
                        old bone barometer tongues

Life
			in death gasps
		How
	to appreciate 
			what was lost and what will be

Footsteps
		Across
	the way
		Disrupt
Disturb
			cause general dismay
		Life
	found life
Here
	silence responds 

In Wordy Wordiness,

Walter