A ribbon of smoke <br /> In the cool crisp air, <br />Hangs in the valley there. <br /> <br />The sounds of nature <br /> Its silence deep, <br />Trickles down the frosted creek. <br /> <br />A blanket was cast <br /> Of new fallen snow, <br />Footprints made each step we go. <br /> <br />We think we remember <br /> The path that we take, <br />Falling flakes cover the trail we make. <br /> <br />Then on our way home <br /> The evening lights fade, <br />Memories warm in the cool somber shades. <br /> <br />The warmth of a fire, <br /> At home in a while, <br />Our winter walk ends in a smile. <br /> <br />12/20/04<br /><br />Gary Bryson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-walk/
