Crisp snow slightly crunching underfoot
Burbling stream
Fresh cool air
White powdery snow drifting down
Slight smell of pine
Silenced rumble of water falling
To shimmering ice walls
Rocky ledge to sit
Squirrel dart across the snow
Untouched by any human
Shimmering sunlight
A good friend
Peace
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One Last Star
PoetryThe future only comes with the overcoming the past. I write these with a emotional, spiritual and personal meaning. I leave the interpretation and speculation to the reader.
