How tranquil and remote the stillness
along the narrow, meandering trail,
when the snowdrifts of winter
are dispersed over hills and vale.
Where the ice-edged creek slowly flows
beneath the snow, laden towering trees
obscuring the rays of sunlight,
adding more discomfort to the winter freeze.
Where a sweeping sound of branches are heard,
or a mourning dove is faintly calling,
or the fluttering or vibratory sound of a deer,
or a broken tree falling.
Where the distant, snow covered mountains
sway like silhouettes against the sky,
where the cold, blustery winds
seem to moan as they blow by.
Joseph T. Renaldi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/signs-of-winter-4/
