A man stands in the cold night air
His face shows no expression
But his spirit is a raging storm
The sun rises and his finds himself in a field
Freshly covered in snow
His footprints are its only imperfection
His eyes span across the white
Its frozen icy covering shines in the sun
He looks at the image and his soul grows calm
Author notes
I went for a run and ran across a field covered in snow. It was such a beautiful sight I had to put into words. I don't think this one is that good but still I had to make it a poem.
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