You came from
Thin air,
Pulled from between
The breaths of
The woods.
Settling on trees,
You frosted the world
With hope and
Possibility.
I only glimpsed you briefly,
Called out into the quiet
Darkness at hours
Mostly vacant.
By morning you had
Left,
Scattering on the crusted
Snow like diamonds.
Still, I felt
The world had
Changed,
And my place in it
Shifted.
June 28, 2024
I mostly run on gravel roads, the kind that promise solitude and dust. My pace has slowed, as has most of life, become more of a quiet watching than a frenzied doing. I am less Read more…