After the first half mile
my shoes are soaked through
from post holing through knee deep snow.
There’s still a long way to go,
and the hike is for pleasure, after all,
so I decide it’s not so bad,
the squish of my socks,
the chill seeping in.
It’s just another way to remember
I’m alive, and though it’s slippery
and slushy, the trail,
and though I’m less nimble
than I’d wish to be,
look at that blue, blue sky,
and oh, my long shadow,
see how eagerly it leans to the east.