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~ Poetry by me ~
Winter Walk
Winter Walk MP3
On the yew tree, snowflakes glisten.
Cold air freezes breath to cloud.
I stop in my tracks to listen--
Silence in a snowy shroud.
Thoughts of past and future buried.
Moment only matters here.
Suddenly, a sound is carried.
What will follow - wolf or deer?
Simple choices. Hunt, be hunted.
Breath comes faster, muscles tense.
Instincts rise which I thought blunted,
Bowstring-taut is every sense.
Bursting from the underbrushes,
Fox fangs tear into a hare.
Life feeds life, a hot stream gushes.
My heart beats in a useless flare.
Death is near, and life feels crisper.
Blood red berries on green yew.
Deep within, I hear a whisper
Clear as ice: "This time, not you."
© Michaela
Macha
License: This poem may be freely distributed, provided it remains
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Michaela Macha
(www.odins-gift.com) is licensed
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