When
the culverts gulp slush.
When
I avoid the noise of screens.
When
the chickadees giggle around the feeder.
When
cleats steady my feet on sheets of ice.
When
winter disintegrates.
When
the baby girl cries till the sunshine surprises her.
When
it is not pouring buckets.
When
the brisk wind wakes our spirits.
When
the darkened leaves melt the snow where they lay.
When
I have no direction but the gravel road ahead of me.
When
the bare trees look feeble.
When
I stomp through the prairie muck.
When
the maple seed helicopters touch down.
When
the skinned coyote carcasses transform into skeletons with furry Ugg boot paws.
When
the creek climbs over the cracked bridge.
When
the clear sky brings open hopefulness.
When
a steady routine stabilizes.
When
we walk softly. Together.
©Conni Cartlidge March 27, 2017
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