They gather high,
this frozen night,
in wind trees sigh,
just out of sight.
The scented air,
chilling bones,
the path we dare,
leaving our homes.
Daunting clouds,
rolling forth,
the first one seen,
by light of torch.
Water's wayward,
form crystalline,
white ice feathers,
natural design.
Whipped with wind,
under our peeks,
brim no protection,
faces they seek.
They bring our smiles,
a warm heart grows,
the dark nights bright,
each time it snows.
Foolish dark fear,
taken away,
evening's landscape,
seen as strange day.
We wander far,
fur stops the bite,
serendipity frozen,
in memory's sight.
©D.N. Read 2013
Peace In All
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