Snowfall
Early morning dog walk,
brings biting winds
tore into my aching limbs.
Hobbling with the dogs,
who run circles around me
excited about their frolic
in the white powder.
Tall trees blanketed in white
groan with the wind,
I turn my head skyward,
to the top of the trees,
watch as they seem to nod
down at me in agreement,
limbs reaching out against
the bitter wind.
I hobble up the driveway
marveling at the trees
and self.
Aged with the years,
groaning against the cold
aching limbs in tune with
each other.
Teresa Gale
1/21/11
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