Sliding into home base. I did
want more than this cliché,
a tired old phrase suggesting
summer time and baseball. It
snowed today. Snow on snow
on snow. When I started out,
it almost felt lovely and calm,
but when I turned the corner,
the icy wind blew its cold breath
in my ear. I pulled my hat over
my forehead, and hunched into
my heavy gold coat. On my way
home, my multicoloured scarf,
up around my face and the wind
in my back, I could barely see the
city street. I’m used to seeing hoar
frost on the trees, but the hoar frost
I saw on a little spindly bush looked
out of place. Never able to resist
what might be a good photo op,
I bared my hands and cell phone
camera to the icy day. It was a
perfect mating of nature and the
convenience of human kind ~
the little tree, in its dormancy,
had grown beside a dryer vent
and was coated with the hot moist
air ~ scented crystals to pique my
curiosity on this cold February day.
“Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
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