Wind

Tearing my breath away,
Snatching the warmth from my body.
Bracing myself, I rock and sway,
Leaning against the fierce gusts.

Head bent  against the blast,
Examining the hoary ground.
My fearful little shadow cast
Sharply on the wind-swept white.

A timid rabbit trail
Erratically wanders the snow;
Light footprints and a downy tail
As he hopped from bush to bush.

Because of the wind,
I notice the smallest details.
Because my head must always bend,
I observe these simple things.

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