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Winter Folk
Dawn breaks, and with it comes unusual light
As snow lies heavy, yet soft and white
Across the fields, and each hedgerow
A gloaming wall now. In the meadow,
Grass and earth lie buried, deep
Beneath this blanket of winter sleep
And now the sun breaks through the cloud,
To show the land in icebound shroud
And as the snow is washed by sleet
It melts, hiding signs of tiny feet.
They walked this way, some time last night,
Perhaps a cat, now out of sight,
Or midnight folk, come out this way,
To frolic in the snow and play,
And then return, beneath the oak,
Before the pale sun awoke.
[09/10/1991]