Creekside

by Jim Farfaglia

Creekside

 

You stopped by, too, didn’t you?

Laboring through heavy snow,

your slender legs sinking deep,

leaving for me

a trail of hooved smiles.

 

Were you taking a moment, too?

Watching memories of summer stream by,

thirsty for that season

and drawing from your reflection

the refreshment of hope.

 

For don’t you dream of lightness, too?

Waiting for this earth to rise again,

throw off its frosty covers

and announce the glad return

of an unbound life.

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