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The evening was calm, the stars were bright
We welcomed the first snowy night
I grabbed my coat, gloves and hat
Stopped to put on my boots waiting on the door mat
The wind is talking, are you listening?
Under the moon light the snowflakes are glistening
The small crystals of frozen water drops crunch under my feet
Disturbing the soft white blanket of peace
The chilly air tingles at my cheeks and nose
The cold powder wetting the tips of my toes
I pull my hood up over my head
To warm up my ears slightly turning red
I finished my walk about a mile or so
To head back toward the house, I had to go
As I climb up the steps to escape from the cold
I reflect on all the great memories I hold
My grandfather and I walked this path many of times
He is now in heaven but still by my side
No matter the conditions frigid or mug
It is the here I feel his arms giving me a hug
I will continue my walks in days of yore
Until my aging body won’t allow anymore
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Angie Johnson
I share life with my awesome husband, our 3 adult children, and our 2 cats. I am a lover of books and strive to be a writer.
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Disturbing the soft white blanket of peace. Well Done!!!