Snows swirl decorous as night
Cabin warmed by crackling fire
Safe haven from the woods
Wolves stalk soundlessly as they lope easily beyond the ebb and flow of the forests their eyes flashing like alchemy in the dark
The voyager and his child huddle in their safehaven as fiery embers shatter fatigued into ash by the break of pallid dawn
In the morning they head home unsure in which direction as the footprints of their journey to the cabin were filled in by delicate snowflakes under the stars asleep
The day yields to brilliant sunshine as if to sharpen their sense of the frost retreating
A river’s flooded banks slows their process but as pilgrims pledge before the cross they will persevere
As eagles weave tapestries in the sky
They will find a way
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