The trail's rocks and roots and worn dirt
are blanketed with snow
pressed unevenly flat by boots and skis
dog paws and deer hooves.
dog paws and deer hooves.
This is a place entirely different
from what it was in the fall
from what it was in the fall
when the leaves had papered the way;
from the summer
when the deer flies relentlessly pursued us;
from the spring
from the spring
when the melt made primordial mud.
So there you are now,
the winter sun white and low
bitter wind on your cheek
in this place made new, again.
the winter sun white and low
bitter wind on your cheek
in this place made new, again.
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