A Peaceful Time

The trees wear icy mantles; Snow builds up under my shoes; I walk with a rolling gait.

I have stepped outside my door, The world of warmth, Lies at my back.

Onwards I walk, for miles; A thin layer of ice, Building on my jacket.

I look up, and around; The sky a leaden gray; No sounds, the birds are quiet.

A peaceful time for a winter walk.