Crows ‘n Snow

I count on distraction

From winter-fear white

Ice-rink-slick sidewalks

Fast piling-up snows

Soul’s soles without traction…

Ah, there—my delight!

Heads’ ebony tilt, quizzical crows

Eye my quake-shaky steps…’silly pace’ slows.

Their little prints, sheer artistry

Speak crisp language of assurance

Journey’s calm philosophy:

‘Put one foot in front of the other

Yes, the next…come, let us dance

Shimmered season’s rapt poetry…

Squint too hard, you’ll miss romance’.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

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