White on White on Walden

A deep cold descends on the North East

And Walden is lost in a long slow sleep.

snow on ice on snow on ice

snow on ice on snow on ice

The pond is white, the sky is white,

Flecks of flakes

Slant across my face.

 

The mist hangs off in far away trees,

Strung like endless lights on light.

Echoes howl from the captive flow

Frozen beneath my feet

From distant coves to the nearer shore.

 

I walk on Walden not within.

Tracks through the dusty powder snow.

The trail of a skater

swaying in the rhythm of winter time

swaying in the rhythm of winter time

Arms flung wide

Swaying in rhythm with winter time.

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