A Path In Winter: With SeraphA Poem by Christopher Todd DallasSo falls the snow on laden branches. Treading deeply through winter's curtain the tracks diverge in two directions. Do I run in broken silence, or do I walk in measured symphony? While autumn sleeps and spring awaits the only sound that carries is that of snapping branches; the very life blood that feeds it destroys it - frozen water. Amid the snowy Aspen and the gaze of watchful owls, I stop and tap a limb bowed with wonder; it rewards me with a playful tease of powdery glaze. Icy slopes climb while ground cover vainly vies for its previous ownership. Thin air swirls in metered gulps, and I, dizzy from height and beauty, take a moment's respite on a fallen log. My attention is focused on the grandeur of this hallowed place, where life stands still and the spirits of the heavens draw eddies in the clouds.
© 2010 Christopher Todd DallasAuthor's Note
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