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Evening Journey

Updated on February 12, 2014

Little cottages are far away

revealed by window light

they peer across the meadow

to travelers in the night

painted by glow of moon

and gathered from the storm

They huddle close together

keeping in the warm



Snow is deep in moonlight

It climbs to the window sill

from drifts that hide the cottage

and illuminates the chill

Lost beneath the winters white

the trail is swept away

but windows sleep upon the snow

casting light that shows the way


I trek across the fields of night

across a world of snow

Where moon paints my horizon

and a cottage that I know


Silence falls on every flake

hiding steps that follow me

obscure a passing lost forever

but ingrained in memory.

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    • Nellieanna profile image

      Nellieanna Hay 6 years ago from TEXAS

      ". . . . ingrained in memory. . . ."

      Perfect.

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      arb 6 years ago from oregon

      Thank you Nellieanna! the brevity required a double take. I suspected an impersonater,but, who could?

    • Jennifer Lynch profile image

      Jennifer Lynch 4 years ago from Stowmarket, Suffolk.

      Beautiful poem! love it

    • arb profile image
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      arb 4 years ago from oregon

      Hello Jennifer and thank you for the gracious comment.

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