I walked deep into the snow
wading up to my waist in fresh powder
I met others bent to the same purpose
struggling against the terrain
gaining feet at the cost of minutes
the sky turned cerulean, if but for a glorious moment
I paused in that desolate winter trek at the sound of a wood pecker
grey and black feathers working hard into the bark
to pull, by force, some life from the otherwise silent tree
as we turned away, we came to a rock formation
which I shall always know now as a friend
snow spinning wildly off the trees and the frozen water fall
sprays of it landing percussively beside me
reminding me that the woods could have swept me over
the sharp rock escarpment and down into the river below
that would have been a different ending,
to an otherwise spectacular day
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