Twin Creek Trail

Snow seems to soften
the harsh lines of everything.

I walked among the sugar-covered cedar trees,
and I heard the snow squeak like a saddle
beneath my
old worn-out tennis shoes,
and I sighed as little white flakes
brushed against my lashes.

I walked where no one had walked before,
and I looked back to see
the dogs a-followin' in my tennis shoe tracks,
and I laughed as the little one fell
and burried his nose in the snow.

I shook the limbs of sugar-covered trees
and created my own little blizzard,
and I smiled.

Snow seems to soften
the harsh lines of everything.

From age 17