How tranquil and remote the stillness <br />along the narrow, meandering trail, <br />when the snowdrifts of winter <br />are dispersed over hills and vale. <br /> <br />Where the ice-edged creek slowly flows <br />beneath the snow, laden towering trees <br />obscuring the rays of sunlight, <br />adding more discomfort to the winter freeze. <br /> <br />Where a sweeping sound of branches are heard, <br />or a mourning dove is faintly calling, <br />or the fluttering or vibratory sound of a deer, <br />or a broken tree falling. <br /> <br />Where the distant, snow covered mountains <br />sway like silhouettes against the sky, <br />where the cold, blustery winds <br />seem to moan as they blow by.<br /><br />Joseph T. Renaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/signs-of-winter-4/
