Sunday, January 1, 2017

A Hike in the New Year's Fallen Snow

"He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
For some tree-hidden cliff across the lake."  -Frost, The Most of It

Nothing like an icy hike on New Year's Day.  Silver Creek Falls all frosty and forbidden.  Rocky steps covered in thick, sleak cold. A split cedar has unearthed, lays broken across the falls. Hold fast to your frigid perch, old friend.  Can't venture further... no safer than this.  

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