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Her Winter's Pathway (Dedicated to my Grandmother)

By UTTubby

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Her Winter's pathway leads me back home, to where snowflakes pile beneath my nose. As chimneys release smoke high in the sky, gray clouds lay low covering my eyes. My dream appears to drift To and Fro piling up like the purest of driven snow. My thoughts disappear throughout the broken limbs, "It's a chilly biting Winter's breeze again." My feet grow numb lacking of warmth, my fingers ache from the tugging of brush. I start a fire to settle the chill but she's warmed my nose and toes I feel. Ice pellets pop upon her roof, trompling the ground like horses hooves. But, the sound of popping drifts like the snow while I reminisce of time long ago. Although, I sit silently in my chair, I view this scene as clearly as the air. I dream of a Winter's path leading back home to her warmth in my Winter's snow. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 05:10 AM PST   0 • 10

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