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Jan 17, 2022

January 2022

The snow bends the cedars until the lowest branches touch the ground. 

            vacant now 
         the depression 
   where the deer once slept

At first glance, everything looks abandoned.
                                     
There's no noise from the road. Not a bird in sight.

crunch of my shoes
magnified 
by the silence
that surrounds me

If time could stand still, it would stand here. Frozen. In this moment, in the snow. Alone.