
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
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