plum cider

silence roars
echoing throughout the canyon
winter winds
chill upon the airs
of those glittering winter wastelands
all sparkling in the setting sun
twinkling spun
footsteps orange within
blue behind
crusted hard in surface snows
crunch crunch crunch crunch
walking to the lake
mountains loom darkly
upon the watery depths
waves ripple gently
bathing frozen sandy shore