And then it
tucked away so neatly for the season
the box of shiny ornaments in the attic from the Christmas tree
peaks surround, a reminder like left over wrapping papers and ribbons
in the corners of the room.
sense she is finally through
What we have
assumptions, the safety of knowing
dropped out from under
When we were
so used to walking on feet of snow
We are left
find ourselves suddenly without
The habit of
heavy boots and zipped up parkas
As I head
out in morning to feed the horses
Who too are
finally letting go of their winter coats.
behind the wilds of winter
summer so civilized with folks living for cocktail hour
And we may
never see it again.