and so winter shall come againA Poem by andy groeand so i walked down on stolen time through the fridgid air and out across the powdered green. the barren, leafless trees stretched up and out, whispering in the winter wind, telling me that i had wandered far enough, and though i wished to have stood at the water's edge, i listened. i looked down to my feet, their prints marking my path, unthreatened by the light snow that still fell. then i looked out again over the stillness of the rolling hills, careful to not make a sound for fear of upsetting the peaceful night. what beauty in solitude. what contentment in silence. in that moment, the newborn winter was mine and i breathed it in. © 2010 andy groeReviews
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