Snow with its hard crust,
cracks and crunches as I walk.
Those few leaves finally come down
With a small gust of wind,
sail the white ocean, until
the broken fence, snag them.
There they will stay till spring.
Silence is the ruler,
where I now stand now.
Time, for a time, halts.
Wind rattles the shadows.
Sun begins to lose pieces,
as it heads for the new morning.
Silence is broken
with his whistles and calls.
I have gone too far,
from the warm harbor
of our home and his love.
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