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I find myself in snow walking on moon dust pressing in tracks out in winter trees looking down on me, what do they want douglas fir, trembling aspens and more solitary in a green dark the cold of night in North Vancouver just me walking a white trail a marked path leaving foot stones looking back the way disappears into nothing looking ahead keep going, he told me
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
Out in Winter
I find myself in snow walking on moon dust pressing in tracks out in winter trees looking down on me, what do they want douglas fir, trembling aspens and more solitary in a green dark the cold of night in North Vancouver just me walking a white trail a marked path leaving foot stones looking back the way disappears into nothing looking ahead keep going, he told me
My uncle was a ski instructor on the mountains of british columbia when people used to ski on wooden skis, he was one of my best friends in life. he passed recently, and his last words to me were, keep going
#poem#hope#nature#winter#journey#solitary#trail
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be-twain
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
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