Lovely, dark and deep

I stopped by the woods on a snowy evening.

Two ashen sentinels guarded the entrance

The path led through the trees

to a slope of implacable snow, dotted with criss-crossing tracks of birds and deer and foxes - you can tell by the smell in the air.

Like the trees, the snow and ice are indifferent to our presence.  They don't care if we are there; they don't care if we're not.

 

But what is this?  I am not alone. 

 

Someone with big boots has been here

And these parallel tracks?  What sort of animal?

Aha!  A small person and his dad run ahead while mum pulls the sledge.

Oh yes, of course.  Filnore Woods Community Woodland is for families as well as would-be poets!