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.
Author: BHW
I am an octogenarian, mother, grandmother, wife, sister, friend, voracious reader, and amateur poet. I am dedicated to keeping both my mind and body active through yoga and tai chi, walks with my dog, rich discussion with my book club and 80+ groups, and numerous other activities. I have a deep curiosity about the world and its inhabitants.