Winter Ghosts

The wind blows over the fields
and snow flees it’s wrath,
flying like ghosts past the mountain,
carrying with it, dreams.

Carrying them… where?

Are they fleeing nightmares,
deft in their power
to freeze the heart?

Or cold memories,
blown beyond the mountains
by an approaching spring?

Or perhaps they are lies,
hiding the truth in their icy fog?

Or perhaps, truly, ghosts
finally
released.

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The picture was taken between West Pawlet and Pawlet, Vermont. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom