Grim

The grim sky, sullen and gray

Lay as the backdrop of the pines

The scent of their own life fill the air

The sun disappears over the horizon

As the red/orange glow casts as if a rainbow

Halfway up the tree line

The cold sets in and my breath hangs

Drifting little clouds before my nose

The calm of the day surrounds me

Only the crackle and crunch

Of snow beneath my feet

Restful and weary

Sunken in like quick sand

Each step a reminder of winter’s power

I don’t even mind being lost out here

That is until I heard the howls

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