The woods outside my door
Are begging me to plunge into their
Snow covered depths,
With fresh fallen powder
To crunch beneath my boots.
The still and frozen air
Is heavy with the silence
Of a thousand stifled thoughts.
My heart thuds quietly in my chest
And my breath fogs the space around me
Before being whisked away on the breeze.
Fallen trees and hardy saplings
Provide an obstacle course for my
Hike among the bowing trees.
Nature holds its breath
On the late December day,
Its furious frozen temper
And for a moment the world
Is at peace
While I am left longing for the peace of your presence.