In Honor and Envy of the One Who Made Those Tracks
Above:
a cobalt sky
interrupted only by the insistent green
of pine and fir,
gray limbs and twig-fingers
of bare trees
that even winter-drugged
have not forgotten
how to reach
as far as arborly possible
into that impossible blue
where all is possible.
Covering the earth:
white
sifted with diamond dust
betrothed
nestled to betrothed
mounded everywhere
like a tufted comforter.
Ahead:
two narrow tracks carved by
a single pilgrim
who dared enter these woods
to ski beneath this blue
press her signature seal into this white.
Sheri Lindner
February 22, 2013
Catamount Trail, Forest Road 10 to James Brook Trail
