february characterless late afternoon
wind cutting through the leafless trees
twisted limbs entangled within
their summer and fall fashions
no longer being worn
boots crunch the snow afoot
in the tromped- on snow
slate gray overcast day
some sound off in the distance
bear, moose, elk???? doubt it
they’re not within 1000 miles of here
just dogs and rabbits around these parts
fallen trees, fallen branches, fallen angels
snow angels looking for mystical redemption
on the uneven ground looking upwards
heavenly piles of snow
just keep walking collar up hat pulled down
flurries begin to fall, I’m
in no hurry
not going anywhere really
my soul wanted to take a walk
sat down to make a small fire
no matches so I used my pyrokinetic skills
cracking popping smoking burning
sat there evaluating my life
sat there thinking of nothing warming myself
dusk settling in mid-winter twilight
