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Jul 19, 2009
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holding
The snow felt lighter through the trees
heavy in the clearing,
holding now the path beneath a blanket
fresh white upon the mountainside.
Sun long slid behind the peaks
as evening's chill descends its layers
coldest to the ground.
Looking to the edges I wander in
trusting that feet will lead me,
hold me to a trail unseen
beneath the squeak and crunch
so loud, each step an exclamation
filling in behind with muffled powder.
I trust the feeling,
closing upon the darkened border
hope flares beneath the trees,
I pick and hurry on, this foot trail
a ribbon shadowed line leading me
to golden warmth spilling from a window,
a knock an open door
the scent of cooking washes past,
and laughter lifts a heart returning.
heavy in the clearing,
holding now the path beneath a blanket
fresh white upon the mountainside.
Sun long slid behind the peaks
as evening's chill descends its layers
coldest to the ground.
Looking to the edges I wander in
trusting that feet will lead me,
hold me to a trail unseen
beneath the squeak and crunch
so loud, each step an exclamation
filling in behind with muffled powder.
I trust the feeling,
closing upon the darkened border
hope flares beneath the trees,
I pick and hurry on, this foot trail
a ribbon shadowed line leading me
to golden warmth spilling from a window,
a knock an open door
the scent of cooking washes past,
and laughter lifts a heart returning.
— Craig Norris, Jul 19, 2009
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Critiques
Arrow
16 years 10 months ago
Tender, dreamy
Craig Norris
16 years 10 months ago
I always have trouble
Arrow
16 years 10 months ago
Thanks for considering that;
raskin
16 years 10 months ago
senses
Craig Norris
16 years 10 months ago
thank you raskin
Seren
16 years 10 months ago
This felt dark and light but
Craig Norris
16 years 10 months ago
thank you Jayne
Kailashana
16 years 10 months ago
I love this poem.
Craig Norris
16 years 10 months ago
happy am I
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