Quiet and gray, crispness in the air
Clouds and surface combine in one
Snowflakes fall heavily into dark water
Pulling on the oar, my breath freezes
The shore recedes, gray water surrounds
Mountains rise high above the valley floor
Snow gathers slowly on evergreen needles
Ripples run outward from the silver canoe
Horses in the pasture stamp feet
Field lays fallow, yellow stubble wetted
Fowl glide past as all shapes fade away
Isolation embraces and nature encircles
Lying back, staring up; sky is falling
Thick, wet crystals land gently on bare skin
Solitude is my blanket; silence my music
Weight and worry slip off, melting away
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