WINTERTIME FOG – CRUNCH,CRUNCH,CRUNCH
Crunch, crunch crunch , my snow shoes tap on the drifts
Tucked between the rows of the green guardians of the hillside
Coal bucket size puffs of snow fall from the evergreens
Keeping us alert to the directions of the winds and
The forest floor underneath our winterized boots
The woods are quiet except for the crunch crunch crunch
Over a hillside on the Ice Age Trail, visibility suddenly changes
Like window blinds that were open – now closing in an instant
Clearly visible trails disappear … where are they now?
Fallen timbers become an obstacle- no longer just a pain
It’s one of nature’s unexpected, clever tactics
Disguising, hiding, shadowing her jewels from human kind
She paints the woods with the now you see me –now you don’t
Palete of wintertime fog
Ah but so revealing is this gift of mist, clouds, and shadowy snow
Another subtle message from the Creator of all that is before us
Fog is an element to be endured: deciphered: to walk through
Fog hides the obvious, challenges complexity,
And provides us with an AHA moment when we hike out the other side
Another natural metaphor for conquering our personal struggles
Crunch crunch crunch .. let us keep on walking and enjoying the adventure of life.
