The sun is shining through the pines,
And before me, there, making lines.
Shadows long, stretch across the snow,
As in the forest, deep I go.
So soft the snow, I walk along,
The air is cold, chilling and strong.
I stop, listen, quiet does reign,
Then off I go, walking again.
It’s hard to breathe, with air so cold,
Yet walking slow is best, I’m told.
Little birds, as they chirp so free,
Are in the trees, all around me.
Then I stop, for there, without fear,
Looking at me, beautiful deer.
There’s so much joy, I look and smile,
So cold this walk, yet so worthwhile.
©2021 Steve McLeod.