
Golden rays radiate glittering pathways
between the slow sways of the evergreens.
The Lapis lazuli lake smiles back at the sun
with yellow, contoured shadows casted
by the rhythmic Indian Swampweed.
Wildlife footprints form chaotic formations
of order within the multiple layers of crunchy powder.
Hour-by-hour, the jubilant procession of power
leads to the water’s edge, where the exuberant animals
lace up their skates and pull their younglings on homemade sleds.
It’s when the falling ice softens into fluffy flakes,
I am finally able to witness gravity’s flaws.
The quietness of winter’s beauty follows
its own jurisdiction of naturalistic laws.
About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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