untangling the web

poetry about and photography of everyday happenings and sights


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Friday, Midmorning

Stop, stand still!

Do you feel the hush

enveloping the woods?

Do you sense bare branches

waiting patiently for the

first flakes to caress

their outstretched arms?

Smell the cool freshness,

hear the crinkling as

flakes hit the hood of

your coat, and watch the

path slowly disappearing

as you and your dog head home.