Outdoor Poem

A Winter Walk

Trudging through snowy banks along the lake’s side,
The winter wind swirls around me acting as my guide.
I follow that bitter breeze wherever I am lead,
I gaze down at the footprints where others before me tread.
On the cold lake water, the reflecting winter sun dances,
Each shining gleam catches my eye as the sun continuously prances.
With that frigid lively wind acting as my guide,
I am led beyond the bridge, up a hill, standing on the lake’s side.
Snowy branches act as a canopy over me as my body shivers,
I hardly notice the white flakes falling down, tiny as slivers.
Overhead a ‘V’ of geese flies swiftly against the orange sky,
The sun is starting to set saying its final goodbye.
I turn around to admire the forest behind me,
The temperature is dropping and it is time for me to flee.
That bitter breeze recognizes my concern,
And as I spin around to leave, that breeze, I can also feel turn,
I follow the now hardly visible prints back to where I came,
And to my surprise that swirling wind does the same.
The crinkle of my snowy footsteps echoes in the night,
In the dark sky I see the full moon shining bold and bright.
I reach my door and turn to tell the wind it’s time to say bye,
But as I go to speak I find it has already drifted up to the dark winter sky.