White Shadows
© 2002, Tina L. Curtis
Shimmering white forest
of freshly fallen snow.
Trees, like sticks,
Lined up in a row.
Huh? What was that?
Movement nearby.
A snowy hemlock branch
Relieves with a sigh.
From behind a tree
Comes a white bounce;
Seen from the corner of an eye,
Tension mounts.
Suddenly it’s there
Seen plain as day,
The white tail of a deer
As it scampers away.
