SCENES FROM WINTER
Hat, jacket and scarf
I make my first footsteps in freshly fallen snow
The imprint of my boots making an identifiable trail.
Previously traveled, I recognize this trail
The ground soft, like my cozy scarf
I get bitter cold when I touch the snow.
Frostbite precipitated by fallen snow
I need to get off this god-forsaken trail
Wish I had a balaclava, but I only have a scarf.
Imagine- my unwrapped scarf, melting snow, and a disappearing trail.





















