A page from my journal..Poem

Poem..Winter

Snow abound
Skeleton trees
In the distance
Grey haze

Majestic birches
Standing watch
Over the snow bound
Vast land

Grey sky
Sign of more snow
Bare trees casting
Purple shadows

Eyes watching
But not seen
No foot steps
In the virgin snow

No sign of creatures
In the bare floor blanket
Of white snow
with a hint of purple shadow
Where the the small trees stand

Nevertheless one feels
A presence in the shadows
Of being watched
Of unknown being

Could it be
Some spirit
Of the past
Watching over the land ???