Minnesota. Negative 10. Snow and beautiful sunshine.
The trail is empty.
The sky is clear.
The snow crunches.
My breath heavy.
A path across the pond
around the lake, but
I am not alone.
Still, silent, rising
from the icy depths.
Snow guardians.
2 responses to “The Guardians of Silver Lake”
Love it!
Thank you kindly Willow. I had the frozen lake to myself. Well, me and the snow people.