Mother Earth’s Frosted Tongue (day 657)

A path
Littered with needles
Fallen lightly down
In cool winter’s breeze
Glares white

Long blue shadows
Battling footprints
This way and that
Taking me further
Into dreams of thought
With a steady breath

Dancing lightly
On stray beams
Of winter’s enemy
Sunlight, in warmth
Brings me home
Dusted with kisses
From Mother Earth’s
Frosted tongue

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