Whose woods these are I may no longer know as my shoes dip heavy through new-fallen snow

The dog's beyond me, on the trail of a scent as I follow her tracks, in silence, seemingly sent

from somewhere above; trees grabbing midwinter sky as I hike through the gap between the ground, and I

for #openwrite with hat nod to Robert Frost (of course) http://www.ethicalela.com/out-back-a-form/