A WINTER’S DAWN

The cold, harsh winds blow

 to the tune of rivers' crackling

 the world turns over in her sleep.

 The driven, biting snow

 sloughs from her mountain tops and

 scatter-covers her in a chilly blanket of white.

 The breath of life,

 merely a whisper

 on the pale, frozen land.

 Life itself freezes in place,

 as if for a portrait posed

 by the Masters' Hands.

 Giving lie to the motionless vistas,

 a single deer stepped out on the peak.

 Still, it made a silhouette in the morning sun

 The sparkle of its iced breath

 the only motion upon the air,

 no other movement seen.

 No noise was except for it's beating heart,

 a stamp of hoof, a single snort

 caressing the wind and the light.

 Then for just a moment of time

 the clouds parted, a single ray

 flashed off the ice and back

 No longer was there

 a deer alone but Winter's Dawn

 portrait taken.

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