As daylight fades, and

You’re in the woods alone,

Bewildered and wondering ...

End of a long workday.

When dreams hibernate,

Naked trees long for leaves, ...

Frozen, bent,

Or basking in sunshine.

Everything is possible, ...

Somedays,

Which way to go,

Seems confusing, unclear. ...

Quiet,

Early morning days,

When the sun, ...

All tracks,

Eventually disappear.

But their memories, ...

Not an image,

From a foreign planet.

Merely pieces of ice, ...

Frozen, icy backroads,

Are great.

No traffic, ...

Circles of time,

Carrying rainbows of stories.

Living in memories, ...

On snowy days,

Slow is best.

Then again, ...

In this world,

It’s helps to be,

Like forest trees. ...

When it’s wintertime, and

Snowy hills call,

Then prepare well. ...

A new week.

Piles of work await,

Quietly beckoning. ...

A happy,

Surprised smile,

Where least expected. ...

Frozen trails,

Devoid of noise.

But if you’re still, ...

Nameless,

Faceless angels,

Casting shadows, ...

Frozen days,

Revealing strange sights.

A four-legged man, or ...

Passed by days,

Have carved their way.

Stories lived, ...

Unusual winter days,

When skies wear

Tinges of orange, ...

May look complicated,

Even menacing.

But in reality, ...