Poem – Into the Storm

Following the untouched path filling with snow,
the sky and fields begin to merge.
The surrounding forest becomes muted and fades
as we slowly are swallowed.

Winter grasses are the last to disappear
amidst the fading background.

We stand near the growing empty field
soon to be lost and with no direction
and we tell ourselves this is needed,
this reset of the current time and space
we struggling withing and we head into the storm.



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