The woods are still around me
As I walk from my house in the thicket
I see a soft blanket of white everywhere
The fresh white snow throughout the forest
I see my horse in the distance
Near the open door to the barn
Eating some hay I put there for her the night before
Frozen, is the lake ahead of me
Proclaiming the darkest season of the year
Some snow shakes off a branch and falls to the ground beside me
I looked up as if to ask what had happened
For the sound had been so sudden in the quiet morning air
Flakes of white begin to fall slowly around me
My feet deep in the snow
I keep my position as I watch
The snow fall, long after this small world has gone to sleep
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