The Moya View

Leaving Tracks


let’s amble along    snowy  white   spaces
foot tracks silent steady peaceful paces
revealing lacy silk veils wooly earth
white as milk invisible doves the white sky

let’s amble along our still small town
its soft somber peace and white down
our velveteen boots these softer things
walking along the dew leaving tracks

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