Christmas 2004

..........Winter could be spent listening to
whisper of snowflakes falling into silence of
evergreens' waiting arms,
Following slushy wet footprints
through deep, white snowfalls;
Scribbling lines on pages of birchbark,
Making up things about living in the mountains,
Sipping sassafras tea steaming hot and
sweetened with wild honey.. :-)
Aye, but far from being an escape from
the ordinary world,
this is an ordinary world....
-odmmb...