Road Not Taken
Trees coveted the dirt rock road
With the scent of pine
The long ridden trail to a familiar road
Snow covered trough, hinted winter has arrived
The coyote has gone to rest in his cave
Wild hunting season is bountiful
Altered smoke fills the sky from farmhouse chimneys
A bear has gone for vegetation surrounding the frozen lake
Long i await ‘til day is once dawn
I sleep for now
I dream
poem by Angela Khristin Brown
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