I move through the trees
Quiet as the snow
I can't feel my knees
But no one else can know
My back is warm
My pack, heavy
I hold out my arms
It's hard to walk steady
The wind blows
All I see is white
My jacket is tightly closed
If not, I'd be in flight
Suddenly I see a light
I move towards it with speed
It's so very bright
Someone has answered my plea
I see a door
It's made of wood
I'm frozen to the core
I wonder if I should
I open the door slowly
And make my way inside
A small fire burns brightly
Out of happiness, I cry
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Bronze Poetry
Poetry* * * Dedicated to "Heron1941" * * * A collection of poems I've written, most usually free verse.
