I headed back to the barn after a snowy walk through the blue-black hemlocks and was spooked by a sound breaking the quiet. Shoosh, shoosh, shoosh. A cross-country skier glided by on the adjoining trail. We waved our arms, and I shouted hello, but he kept on. As I stepped out of the trees and turned west, pumpkin-colored leaves drew my eyes back to the forest: a few curled beech blades, so translucent I might read a love letter through them. Somehow the low winter sun had penetrated the dark and found them, and passing through them, had found me. |
Paul A. Freeman
26/1/2024 11:05:42 am
One of those moments in time that burn themselves into your mind.
Linda LeBlanc
26/1/2024 01:33:15 pm
Just so! 26/1/2024 04:17:22 pm
I love those awakening moments. ...I might read a love letter through them. Very nice.
Linda LeBlanc
26/1/2024 07:53:11 pm
Thank you very much!
Sue Clayton
27/1/2024 11:25:38 pm
Descriptive.
Cheryl Dahlstrand
28/1/2024 06:44:58 pm
Artistic and poetic description of a winter's moment.
Linda LeBlanc
28/1/2024 09:29:29 pm
Thank you so much! Comments are closed.
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