Bare branches
dark
in the swirling
white
snowflakes
crunch
into bootprints
I walk
with the wind
last night's
ache
scrubbed
as I move
along this path
I know
like my own breath
a taste
of solitude
in the whisper
of the creek
an hour
later
reading the paper
the wind
fades
the sun shines
snow
melts.

David E. Thomas lives in Missoula, Montana.

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