Icy crystals cling to the trees
a glacial wind stings my face
there's a crackling crunch beneath my feet
in my hurried winter pace
There's feral peace this winter's eve
in the forest white with snow
where not a single creature stirs
as the sun is sinking low
A full moon lingers above the trees
awaiting the sun's retreat
as a crimson sky with a flaming glow
signals day's defeat
Shadows lengthen as I tread
where now the moonbeams play
glittering wonder before my eyes
enticing me to stay
But the spiralling smoke that rises
from the cabin up ahead
beckons me to its cosy warmth
and a sleep in a quilted bed
My fingertips are freezing
and my feet are cold as ice
but deep inside my heart is warmed
by this wondrous wintry night
The heat envelops me in a hug
as I settle beside the hearth
fully aware that I have found
the most wonderful place on earth
© Annabel Sheila
Regis
Perfection!
Diana...
awesome imagery of a winter wonderland
as those I've left behind
Love & Peace be with you
William
A wonderful poem to the warmth in you heart.
Merry Christmas
Lady Mary Ann
budd
Ron
in the forest white with snow
One of my favorite places to wander with my dogs and take in all that feral peace.
Have a wonderful time at your Little Bunky!
Your far southwestern friend: Mark
But it does not have a fireplace.
Such beautiful images. I'm thankful every day for my commute through forests- seeing what critters may appear.
John
and tuned into wonder to express it so well
and surrounded by angels to share it with others.