rustles
By 1stpoet
Rustles Walking, I became intrigued by faint footsteps rustles in remains of fallen leaves, dry Winter was looming on the graying horizon and winds sang songs of snow my hurrying stopped to watch the scurrying of furry forest creatures, storing for storms of white that soon would blanket this ground they rambled upon and cover these oaken morsels they gathered today the weather was warm and those fur coats glowed in the sunlight almost an added weight that would be treasured by Monday when temperatures would cause teeth to chatter more loudly than the chipmunks and squirrels the moss covered rock I sat upon would soon have a cap of white the green would be gone until spring's return when the sun would burn away an ice shell I would come back to this place under more tepid climes and remember this time For to this spot, this moment, these God's creatures, I would be in hibernation as they, though, would frolic in the winter wonderland but the memory of this day would be frozen in my mind © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes November 17, 2001 Written November 30th, 2001 © on Nov 30 2001 08:35 AM PST 0 • 10
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