Winter’s Choice
Poem
Published in
Dec 16, 2020
The first bones of winter
stare at me in the naked forest
Fallen trees scatter my trail
watched by complacent pines
still upright in their fitted skulls of snow
Branches freeze in mid-reach for my touch
They don’t know I, too, am cold
My head wilted by guilt, I walk faster
before the new snow casts judgement
But before I leave, a cardinal splits the air
- like an impossible choice
