We Keep Each Other Close
We keep each other close in dying light
while we wander snowbound wooded ways.
Silence spreads upon the gathering white
as fiery reds melt into darkening grays.
While we wander snowbound wooded ways,
frost glistens upon frozen, shrouded boughs.
As fiery reds melt into darkening grays,
we drift as far as muted light allows.
Frost glistens upon frozen, shrouded boughs.
A raven caws beneath the rising moon.
We drift as far as muted light allows.
Our wooded walk near end now, far too soon.
A raven caws beneath the rising moon.
Silence spreads upon the gathering white.
Our wooded walk near end now, far too soon.
We keep each other close in dying light.
while we wander snowbound wooded ways.
Silence spreads upon the gathering white
as fiery reds melt into darkening grays.
While we wander snowbound wooded ways,
frost glistens upon frozen, shrouded boughs.
As fiery reds melt into darkening grays,
we drift as far as muted light allows.
Frost glistens upon frozen, shrouded boughs.
A raven caws beneath the rising moon.
We drift as far as muted light allows.
Our wooded walk near end now, far too soon.
A raven caws beneath the rising moon.
Silence spreads upon the gathering white.
Our wooded walk near end now, far too soon.
We keep each other close in dying light.
This poem is copyright (©) Helen Kemp Zax 2026
About the Writer
Helen Kemp Zax
Helen Kemp Zax loves to write poetry, especially poems that rhyme. Her debut picture book Little Witch’s To-Do List will be published by Abrams Appleseed in 2025. She is co-winner of the 2021 YorkMix International Children’s Poetry Prize, the 2018 MG Katherine Paterson Prize winner, and a 2019 Finalist. Helen's poetry appears in anthologies like The Sea’s Song and Chasing Clouds and in magazines like The Caterpillar. She lives in Washington, D. C. with her husband and their crazy Aussie-doodle Huckleberry Finn.
