Words tumble out when silence prevails
but for the soft squeak of soles on white path.
Payne’s grey curtain pulled back
sunlight releases a backdrop of blue
and dances between silhouettes
of the black wintering trees.
Flashes of light wink amidst
crooks of tree branches bent and ready
dead leaf hands hold mounds of fresh white
to begin a snowfight at the least
hint of a provoking breeze.
Long shadows criss-crossed path
prints of both human and four paws
but I follow the path of
parallel lines moving smoothly.
Hide and seek wind, still to hear
distant giggles of pleasure
as wintry hills welcome the slide
of child and wood.
Christmas card perfect,
or is it movie-set snow
fluffy and sparkling,
my path is far prettier
than brush can paint.
Cheeks now glow warm
in recounting this trek
Anticipating new paths
as a fresh new year dawns.
– a poem by Faye Hall