I walked alone today —
a wind from the north by my side
pushing the restless snow
against my opened face.
The lake lay silent
the trees, unyielding sentinels
reflected in its solemn ice,
with even crows staying silent.
Is this death’s beginning?
with only the sound of my footsteps
compressing the snow
walking beside me.
Today Magaly hosts at toads, and since Mary Oliver died recently we should write poetry reminded of her words: “whatever isn’t necessary shouldn’t be in a poem.”… I tried my best, and walked back to a walk I took earlier today.
I also link this to the Poetry Pantry
January 19, 2019