Among The Frost

I trudge through five miles of inch thick snow To lay a rose under a bare oak tree And trace carvings of names I used to know; Names of loved ones, now gone and lost to me. Ev'ry winter I make this lone journey, Admiring the scene along the way: The snowflakes dance toward the ground, softly...

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