Walking through the woods
newly covered in a thick white blanket.
Branches laden with layers not yet sewn
Onto the forest floor.
I feel cold air cut my face near my cheeks
which seem permanently fixed with my smiling expression.
Down a steep hill, we will have to later ascend,
Out onto the lake bed now solid enough to bear our weight.
Sunny, clear blue skies make the day seem warmer
Than the mere 12 degrees it happens to be now.
Our Labrador runs jubilantly from one side of the trail to the other,
Her white coat nearly blending with the snowy carpet.
Icicles form on her muzzle as she picks up the snow
Drool changing from liquid to solid sticks around her whiskers.
Christmas Day. A present to have a presence in the woods of Wisconsin.
We return for a nap.
Today is Poetry Friday. Today’s host is Irene Latham at the Live Your Poem Blog. Please hop over to her page for a lovely poem that will brighten your day. Thank you, Irene, for hosting!