I found fresh tracks today

and felt the shy beautiful eyes

of their maker, watching

as I made offerings

to the water spirits

beneath the old oak

by the brook

who sang

of fresh snow

that had fallen

far above

in the shimmering

silence of the night

top image : Warlock by Neil Burnell

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