Shanahan is silent today.
No meadowlark or chickadee
Only the steady crunch
Of hiking boots.
I wade into your footprints
Knee-deep in pristine snow
Hair forming icicles
Breath misting in frosty air.
Copper sunset glows
Behind the peaks
Ponderosa pines
Embracing snow
Venus brilliant
Above indigo foothills
This February evening.
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