04: February 2015 #07 - Winter Walk in the Woods
Authored by Fran Berkman
Winter Walk in the Woods
by Fran Berkman
Damp snow muted the whispering trees on our winter walk in the woods. Couldn't feel your hand no matter how hard I squeezed, but your trail prints let me know where you stood. Alone and freezing on a path bleached white. A needle prick when the water breached our boots. We reached our solemn space in a circle of firs as the night pulled the blanket from atop the stars. When you laid your icy blue lips on my humming head and drew your arms around me like a blanket, I gratefully faded to fog.