Frozen Puddles

 

Puddles at the end of the sidewalk

sabotage my egress

I hop over frozen humps

mummified slush piles

slip, sinking in ankle-deep

soaking my shoe, sock

Shock! Like knives, cold

pricks the skin, the blood

I look for channels, troughs

of pavement in which to step

This will be my escape

winter into spring

running toward the sweet sound

of birds calling across a 

 

White World