Poem – The Dark Drifting Upon the Snow

Winter evening in mid-December.
The sun set hours ago and
cold is descending from the heavens,
there are no clouds and the moon is hidden.

The only sound is my feet
and the running dogs.

Down a hill we slide
and stop before the tree line.

An expanding presence
darkness fills the space between
trees, between the fields and the sky.

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