A visual poem about a winter walk. |
| WINTER WALK Soft white hibernation --- a landscape bereft of vibrance, appears barren, forlorn. I walk alone covered, yet not sufficiently warmed. Snow is falling. All is still except for the predictable crunch beneath my boots. The faint howl of a solitary, persistent hound confronts the silence. My pace quickens, emerging darkness hurries me home for comfort, warmth. --------------------------------------------- Stanzas are in LUNE format--line 1, 3 words; line 2, 5 words; line 3, 3 words. |