Covered, Uncovered

There are just three sounds in this whitewashed landscape.

The rhythmic ice-beat of skis as they glide
Back and forth,
Back and forth —
Over the winter path,
Putting the miles behind.

My breath coming in sharp fog-bursts
As I move.
Inhale and exhale,
Inhale and exhale —
It condenses in the frozen air.

And the wind that howls in my ears
As I traverse the snowy marshland.
Ebb and flow,
Ebb and flow —
It bends the branches low.

When I stop, add a fourth
The pounding heart,
And rhythm and wind.
Now move again.

Snow lines each branch,
And not a bird to be seen.

But a red-tailed hawk —
Thick-feathered in his
Wintry watcher’s coat —
Swoops low
And then high,
To settle in a nearby tree.
He watches my progress
And looks for the tunneling under-snow creatures

And I marvel at this:
That just as I add a manmade shroud
To hide my form under warmth and weight,
Your very bones are revealed.
Their starkness cuts me to the core —
This dark, organic architecture —
Once hidden in deep-green and humid cloak.

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About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

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