Winter cold sets in as I crawl closer
to the mud, felt piercing to the bone
Splinters and twigs tore the fabric
All disappeared, I am alone.
A calmness, eerie one sets in
Even though my heart was racing
My palm pressed and gripped
Camera, watching them closer, pacing.
Pinks and reds floating as flock,
Each moving as elegant as a fine dancer. It
sinks in that I may never experience
Something in my life that's of more grace.