Winter Morn

     on a lovely winter’s morn

not a leaf or twig or thorn

could poke up past the icy sheet

or through the overlying sleet.

so, comfortably we walk barefoot

on a footprint path inside the wood

we worry not of rocks or stones

for our blanket keeps our heels alone.

in our eyes a glare of light

flies up from the sea of white

and clumps of snow snug in the trees

substitute for fallen leaves.

in the distance breezes start to blow

spinning leaves and swirling snow

we stand steadfast, release all fear

we simply hold the other near.

sharp wind rises all the sudden

and out from us a breath and shudder

though the chill makes our ears feel worse

my hand still warmly rests with yours.