Snow falls on the ocean
and approaches the cedars on land.
The mud at the side of a stream
that enters the ocean hardens by freeze.
Deer birds big cats hide themselves
as the fall thickens, speckles my line of sight.
I brought you here
into these ancient woods
under these conditions
thinking it might change you.
Foolish me.
But not disappointed
at your requests to go home
and make hot chocolate
for a seat by the hearth
to watch the dancing flames.
The snow collects on your long hair
scarf and shoulders.
I appreciate such beauty
and your bothered brown eyes.
You call out to our dog Home!
so she would know
we turned around
even though she was out of sight
bounding though the trees after a rabbit
not letting any snow collect on her back.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney
Umflop 
Perfection
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