Curtis Field in Winter


Waves of white,

Dunes of snow.


A magical expanse

Of openness and light.


Wind swirls the

Snow in columns,


Leaving patterns of circles

In their wake.


The wind howls in eerie

Cries of loneliness and desperation.


All life is kept covered

Awaiting the sun,


Resting in the silence

And stillness of cold.


A ring of trees keeps watch

And defines the space.


I sit in the snow and sing.

My song resonates in the emptiness

Changing forever the space within.


This place fills me

And I am empty no more.




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