We encircle the greedy fire as snow piles outside the cave: silence is the sound of the forest. Stew bubbles in the pot, and I wonder when another meal might be found. I feed the fire another bite of wood. Stars hang from golden threads tonight, despite the bitter cold.
Katherine Darlington enjoys writing poetry, and has articles and short stories in various publications. See more of her work at www.katherinedarlington.com.
Your descriptions evoke strong sensations! I love how you show the beauty of the harsh outdoors.
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I can completely visualize this place. I love it!