Walking out in the snow

I notice prints that make me wonder

If you’re warm

Or deeply chilled somewhere

In a not too distant place

Waiting like me

For the sky to clear

And sun to reclaim its throne

Reigning over the world

And all in it

Even you

Though you hate that in every moment

Of the day

 

 

 © Gayle Force Press 2002

 

 

• Poetry