A late January hike
on a cool and damp winter day
is a rare chance
for finding reckless sophistication
in a stripped-down Winter Woods
The lichen on the Oak trees
and ghost leaves upon the Beech
can best be seen
touched
heard
felt
on days such as this
Without walking through these woods
on a gray day like today
how would I know what I had missed?
Wild-lands are all the more Wild
on a day that promises sleet
and discomfort.
The woodpecker's thick laughter,
all the more mad.
And there is a magic frost that can only be seen
for those prepared to rise early
be cold
and drape on the old cloak of winter
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