Poem – Valley

Another great afternoon of snowshoeing and breaking trails with a clear cold sky.  The treat at the end was a beautiful sunset through the trees.

I stand at the valleys entrance
covered with shadow and darkness.

I am unsure of how I feel
the wind blows through me.

I cannot see the end
trees twist and turn.

I close my eyes and walk
through until the sun opens them.

Burning Trees

Burning Trees

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