Walking in silence in
the Umpqua Winter is
easy to do

The deer stay in the hills
under
canopies of Fir
asleep, they wait
for spring

The birds have left for winter
and only gentle ones remain.

I seem sleepy too,
made tired by the endless film
of grey

Mornings are white and
damp,
with wind that barely
blows

This part of the foothills is far too quiet for
the whir of
falling snow.