In the grip of winter
Snow has fallen
Footprints
In the garden
The midnight dances
Of racing hares
On little tiptoes
tripping lightly
And the stately prowl
Of fox
Little owls
On the wall
Looking to a pristine,
frozen land
My hands are cold
As I climb my rutted road
To the winter moor
Amber and white
In silver sunlight.
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