Irony of a Winter Walk
I went for a long walk today
Down a “dead end” road
But found only life not death
The brilliant sun was warm when facing south
But wheezing lungs alerted me to cold brisk air
No human creatures did I meet
But signs of life were everywhere
Cawing crows
And hammering woodpeckers
Soaring eagles
Heading to their high, sturdy, messy lake home
Peered down at me, an intruder in their space.
Clean sheets of newly fallen snow
Blanketed the open fields
But tracks of deer, robins, and pheasants belie
The solitude of this wintry nighttime playground
The footprints were going in circles
Where were they going?
What were they thinking?
Perhaps, “the snow is too deep!”
Along the way there was a bridge
Over the Apple River
The water swirling too fast to freeze
Ice chunks swiftly moved uncontrollably along
Sending promise of spring ahead
I found neither “dead” nor “end”
To this road
Perhaps there is no such thing!
Eagle photo courtesy of IABoomerFlickr and
Snow Tracks courtesy of jenny downing
via Creative Commons Licensing
