Winter Walk… #Poetry



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Winter Walk

The winter trees stripped bare of their summer foliage

dark now, skeletal forms.

It felt like walking underground

through a dark cathedral of roots.

As above so below, a full moon

lit my cathedral from above.

I was floating through finger shards of white light

The forest looked like giant black and white piano keys

Cracking branches whisper their own kind of music,

sharing secrets while they slumber.

Could they be dreaming of warm Spring winds bringing life back?

As I make my way home, the low hanging branches,

black skeletal fingers from a nightmare touched my shoulder,

I wonder what stories could be told…