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THEY WALK IN THE NIGHT
I
They strolled arm in arm, happily, unhurried,
Snow and winter.
They were made for each other, folks would
Always say.
Behind them, cabin trailed, of wood sturdy
For she was all that.
A being of forest and trees, made to withstand
Inevitable change.
II
She seemed sad though, in a season of wonderland,
What could it be that she lacked?
Surely not hearth, fire, nor ice, nor stocking
Awaiting Santa.
III
Ceteris paribus; lurking, stalking, that
Magical night.
Unseen by those, too busy with metrical cares,
Soul of the poet.
THEY WALK IN THE NIGHT © gillena cox 2016
Snow Birthed Tales
Using Jenny Leslie’s photo as inspiration, to craft a new poem or story, while keeping in mind the following guidelines:
If you choose Poetry- please write 13 lines or fewer
- use one (or all) of these words: snow, cabin, ice
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courtesy Imaginary Garden Jenny Leslie's image
