Big Thaw, they'll call it

December 27

It's spitting outside.
And I sweat while I walk home,
jumping new puddles.

Weird; just yesterday
cars skated icy roads and
fingers damn near froze.

Big Thaw, they'll call it;
but rain and floods are fickle,
not worth winter's time.

All aglow

All aglow with a face
ruddied sweet,
and her eyes on the prize--
not defeat,

she has fronted what most
do not dare.
She has spoken
to his 'fair is fair.'

She has laid out her truth, full and bare--

And her words,
while to him said a lot
in her wisdom,
twas for herself she fought.

steady forward gait

Yeeww are missing out, she said--
and I told her I was not.
Yeeww should press forward, on and on!

and I became distraught.

Well what if I think I'm just fine,
pausing to exhale--
taking time to fuel up,
to look on at my trail?

Yew cannot be that happy
if yer not moving yer feet!
She said this, and then--mocking me!--
she danced on down the street.

And I looked on right after her
but did not follow straight
I took in a deep---breath---and--

upon lettttiiing iiit oooouut,


I kept steady my forward gait.