A bony, icy finger
slid into the crevice
between
fleece hood, wooly scarf,
thick turtled sweater to
thinly ice my neck.
Pulling my hood tight
against the wind
adjusting my backpack
I let the wind push me
forward as
took my groceries home.
“That’s what winter is: an exercise in remembering how
to still yourself then how to come pliantly back to life again.”
~ Ali Smith, Winter
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