Canyon

Footsteps superposed over those of turkey and mule deer split sky half clear split moon over shoulder blades time-sculpted boulders slip into canyon shade covers what day remains Touch and sound of breeze match the rhythmic icy crunch. Chill air merits layered sleeves. Canyon footsteps plunge into white winter unperturbed. Clear bird heard without words. Settled snow, ancient stones, stoic trees, trickling stream sets the pace of time. Ice patterns rise from white, evoked by melt wind and re-crystallization. Knees snow deep imagine many landscapes underneath.