• Eric Clark Jackson

I took a walk in the woods, and came out taller than trees. -Thoreau

Somewhere between

Snow and slush, sleet and rain

stepping through remains

of a softly kissed scene


Destined to beat

down a path, dirt and sludge

dry mittens and socks

have soaked through again


Some might assume

this, the winter of winter

offers nothing, no value

no longer serene


but here in between

some supposed ideals

one can see the whole season

in the midst of the calm and the tension it brings


And in that that the lesson

sagging with wet

and with weight

while we pause, and we wait, for the branches to spring

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