Ramblings in space and time

coming home after a good day
not so exhausted, content, charting done
anticipating England like a favorite taste
that holds all your happy memories

snow? so early? someone says sagely
‘it’s supposed to be a hard winter’
‘no wonder it’s snowing early’
good time to go where winter looks like spring!

but coming home, feeling that lightness
and pull of ice on the Scio Church bridge
sloshing down the muddy road
I am once again captivated by snow on towering trees

like cake icing blown at high velocity
splattered onto everything
here liming the branch edge
highlighting it against the night sky

there revealing the skeleton within the limb or trunk
like the holloween costumes so recently discarded
here pines fan out their newly puffed needles
there leafy branches droop with the weight of icy wet

now home, warm light bounces off the brick wall opposite
creating a tunnel
conducting me into the house and the holidays
filled to the brim with memories, good byes, and dreams

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