Quiet Time


Walking in the snowy woods

time stands still; the city’s scent

squashed in the blanket

that silences all


A ‘possum trudges his way

grumbling about the weather

Hoping for a fresh egg from the coop

I have other plans for him


Deer have passed here

searching for something

Their minds on food, but

I see where a buck broke branches


Three break out across the woods

disturbed in their search

They don’t know time

Only the light from the dark


I make my way back home

Time no longer stands still

The city’s scent returns

Silence broken with tick/tock/tick.