Artwork by Amber Alexander
When Fox Meet
In empty forests filled with silent sounds
we found ourselves under bare trees
our fur was gently touched
with freshly fallen snow
and when we shook our tails
sky became dusted with speckled white.
Our stillness walked around in circles
in the brittle sharp air
these winter woods could not hold our silence
from frozen ground
to still trees
to pale skies.
The silence quickly became replaced
with the sound of our warm paws
crunching powdered snow.
We jumped and leaped
like younglings, free and wild.
Sun slowly fell down
into the evening blue sky
into a haze of midnight gray
a hint of light handed us a path
a sliver of moon peeping through brown branches
our pointed ears breach
at the sounds of footsteps
our languid bodies tilt and rise
running, leaping from this mystical winter home
we fled into the night.
Now it’s your turn. Can you write a winter poem about animals?
Get creative, pick up your pen and write away.
Submissions can be sent to firstname.lastname@example.org
We would love to read poems from all ages and all readers!
Liz // Yellow Finch