A Winter Tale

Not the children who fear getting lost in the woods but their parents. I searched the white hills till your footsteps dissolved in the blizzard. All I found was one nest holding three eggs of snow on a birch stump. In despair I trudged home. Your wet boots by the fire! And you, asleep.

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