I silently

glide across the white carpet

that blankets the forest floor

The powdered and leafless trees

stick out of snow

like a child sticks twigs into play-do

This is my secret spot

my place of solitude

mine are the only tracks in sight

I am alone

in a world untouched

by hand

My skis disappear

under thick snow

as I weave through the wood

The silent snowfall

is the heartbeat

of this wonderland of white