Friday, November 22, 2013


10:50 pm
one degree farenheit
minus thirteen windchill
the dogs and I walk in the woods under the waning moon
huge Orion watches our frozen breath

ice crystals sparkle in the headlamp glow
fallen leaves crunch underfoot
shoulders hunched against the penetrating cold
we amble back to the cozy house

birch logs crackle in the flickering fireplace
the canines seem impervious to it all
I am not ready yet

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