Sextet

softly slowly stealthily
they emerge between trees
in single file
up the incline
moving as phantoms
in shadow
passing as apparition
in dusk's hazy light

nuzzling the ground
wary of every sound
their en-pointe thrusts
pierce white crust
with balletic poise and grace

silent sojourners
part illusion
athwart tree line
blending into edge of night
leaving an impression
of their presence
embedded in
winter's frozen idyll