When winter was a distant thing
We thought that we were ready;
Until the blasts of cold came in
And made each step unsteady
We slip our way along, up to
The far top of the hill:
And see that we’d forgotten
What it felt like in the chill
What, far away, we think we recognize
Becomes a stranger up close
To our eyes
What a beautiful image you’ve penned here, Owen… didn’t even need the picture to picture this in my mind!
Thank you, Lori. Although I loved this photo.
Oh it is gorgeous.. but so are your words!