Posted on 19th July 2023 at 16:24
The snow feels like a canvas if their paws were dipped in ink
It shows the trails and movements, it's like a map I think
A fox has walked beside me, a hare has led the way,
The deer and squirrels it shows me how they went about their day.
The steps they took and turns they made are written in the snow,
They wandered home and now I guess it is my turn to go.
I lift my boot and set it down to hear that wondrous crunch,
A day of tracking fills one's soul but now it's time for lunch.
Silver drops on steel strings
Tuned to the grey fog that rings
A silent tune of the early morn
This is what you see at dawn.
That mighty tree is but a weed
It provides that spider all she needs
Some branches strong to hang her web
with silver drops to line each thread.
When you search for silver linings you look through the dark clouds
But silver’s not the colour of the blessings all around
A rainbow marks the borders of the clouds that block your way
Lift up your eyes and smile, be free, and let your voice to say
The rainbow is my silver light, its end I can not see
But it borders up the darkness and lets my heart be free.
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