In the middle of a silent wood,
wondering at the dreams
of sleeping animals beneath the snow.
Being as still as possible
with breath being the only sound.
Once in awhile, a small chirp
and a light flutter of faraway wings.
Awe fills this ordinary day
when heavy, weary feet pause
to listen to nothing.
Even the waters have hushed
in reverence to winter’s chill.


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