Each crunched
compression
of snow
louder than the wind
caressing the treetops.
Up the valley
a distant dump truck
provides jake brake drumming
upon it’s downhill return.
When distance
finds measure,
I claim again
contours that set
this mind apart.
Solitude
A lovely composition of visual and words.
Thank you for taking the time to say so.
You are welcome!
Really beautiful, words and image. I love this: “when distance finds measure…”
Thanks for sharing your thoughts.