Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, Turn inside
Catch of air – shortness of breath Loss of warmth Crunch of snow Snap of branch Startled revelation
A burst of downy wings Shards, detritus, clutter Festooned the ground A vole track Ended abruptly
Cardboard boxes, Phone calls Left belongings Of rapid parting And decisions made Death frozen in place Serenely, as it should be
Impressions Catches of light and shadow The beat of predator feathers Pressed Thrust into the crust Preserved, as in paraffin
Cataloged and filed away Without emotion Words and unfilled promises, Archived, haunting Mocking
Arc of Feathers Captured in the coating – Fingers, Hands scooping A pile of leaves For bagging
Holding themselves In the hug of the Invisible wings Alone
Frozen image Fleeting, under melting Life and death Lost in time Transformed by internalizing
Brooding Ponderous steps, footprints Of the road Down the path I must take
June 24, 2004 15:26, about a walk on the http://hikenh.netfirms.com/TDNinete.htm>Nineteen Mile Brook Trail, http://www.hike-nh.com/trips/carter/index.shtml> Alternate site, off Router 16 just up from the Mt. Washington Auto Road, one January morning 5 years ago. Edited June 24, 2004 19:13, adding a 4th stanza. Edited June 24, 2004 22:02, with more of me.