A Walk in the Woods at Winter
My Winter's Walk
Green fir trees are lined, as if they're at attention,
all on a distant and snow covered hill,
While a gathering of black Crows, call in protest,
after their long flight in the Winter's chill.
I sit on an old limb, in my heaviest weather coat,
after walking all the while, for a mile or two,
Snow flakes all flutter, from lowering grey clouds,
as I fill up my cup, in a caffeinated brew.
A chit-chattering, catches my attention just then,
I spy my chipper and fur coated friend,
So tiny is the squirrel, as he scurries about, there,
a pleasing distraction, these moments we share.
A red bird, a Cardinal, chirps from his perch on a limb,
for me to take notice, in seeing such a regal bird, him.
A brown doe hurries just then, to her bed for a rest,
while a wild turkey gobbles, over the next hill, in jest.
Amid these beautiful sights and reassuring sounds,
such a strong attraction in the natural, abounds.
So heartwarming, delightful, outside, in nature to see,
there's no finer place for me, that I'd rather to be.
I pull up my fur collar, while covering my face,
as I resume in my walk, this, in all of its grace.
My roof's all a blanket of the fresh fallen snow,
A welcoming porch light to greet me, its glow.
I know that I'll soon to bask, by my warming fire,
while my dancing winter's thoughts, to me inspire.
In my dreams, I relive each wonderful thought,
These, greater than gold, and never to be bought.
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