My feet fall quietly on the snowy trail

Making only the slightest sound

Like the muffled ripping of opening mail

My feet step, crunching the ice-hardened ground

The dark shadowy branches of trees dip low

Winter-stripped arms reach for my cap-covered head

This tunnel of trail and trees bathed in moon-glow

On a silver winter walk

With little heard

And nothing said

 

anthony forrest