Sunday was a glorious ski on the Foxy Brown Trail in Piseco. The day brought a bright blue sky and bone-chilling temperatures of zero degrees. The winter woods is a mystic place. Snow and ice crystals clung to the trees and were dazzling in the sunlight.The earth is blanketed and slumbering.  Animal tracks tell stories in the snow. I got to see some otter tracks - a first! The creature walked a bit, dragging its tail, then slid in the snow. Otters are so playful! There were also tracks of mice and rabbits. It feels like you can enter their world and walk with them on their journeys.

                                                            Silent stories in the snow

of mice and men
and creatures in between.
Common tales of tiny prints,
seeking shelter,
seeking food.
Long shadows cast:
tree and bush
weave their yarns.
Snows drift in flowing waves-
voiceless myths embrace the land.
Ice holds council with rock
in hushed whispers,
 shares the lore
of eons past.
Storytellers all:
though not a word
sounds-
a wisdom
keeps her
silent
tales.


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