The shadows of bare Locus and Maples stripe the immaculate snow covering the backyard. The line of distant cirrus clouds foreshadow another snowfall sometime in the future. For now, the houses across the street reflect the light of the descending sun.
A week ago, Mira and I arrived at Lake Skannatati. Doning our crimpons, we hiked along part of the frozen lake’s shoreline before ascending the surrounding hills. We made excellent time over the powdered trails. All of the roots, loose stones and other tripping hazzards lay buried. Our crimpons bit into any ice underneath the snow. Within an hour, we completed our near-3-mile route. A stride across Skanatati’s 9-inches of ice remained, where we passed numerous ice fishers catching and releasing bass.
After a sedentary weekend, we feel the urge to strike the wintery trails again. And soon!
cold moon
a lone white tail
grazes
I’m hosting dVerse Poets Pub’s Haibun Monday, where we’re writing about winter.
The pub is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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