walk a mile
place you come
home to
home here amidst
lichen
slow growing
camouflaged
the warming
reveals
stones from snow
at the field’s
corner
the hill’s
ethereal cover
blanket of snow
thrown
boots crunch in
the trough
of the ditch’s
morning ice
pit my toe on the
studly
gravel-frozen road
sickle shaped
gouges
pattern the slough
drained and dry
lose a wetland
for the extra acre
place you come
home to
hums buzz along
the power line
breath clouds my
glasses
geese stand, alert
as frost
hoarded on
branches
warning
pipeline
crossing
black and yellow
the tip a flash
a goldfinch
feather
the place you come
home to
dirt peppers
the snow around
shrubs
sprayed with
poison
in the ditches
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