A quiet snow lined roadway.
A bird singing on a telephone line.
Footprints in the snow.
A path I’ve not walked.
Around another bend.
The song drifts off,
and a rabbit bounces its way.
The trees have icicles.
Now the world is cloaked in quiet,
but for the crunch of my boots,
and breathing.
Heavy breathing from the cold.
A few more bends.
Back to what I know.
Just a little longer,
till fire welcomes me.
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I enjoy how serene and calming this piece is. The atmosphere that you create is quiet, yet it allows the reader to tune into every sound you mention – “the song drifts off,” “the crunch of my boots,” “heavy breathing” – in their imagination. The last line “til fire welcomes me” adds a warm and cozy contrast to the crisp outdoors you describe. Amazing attention to detail. Just make sure to remove the apostrophe from “bounces it’s way” to “its.” I wouldn’t want anything to distract readers from your work!
Thank you for such wonderful feedback! And for catching that apostrophe. I have removed it it from all my posts with this poem. Thank you!!!!