Our shoes trample the brown remains of fall's
bright leaves.
The barren trees say winter but a deceptive
mildness lingers.
There is a coyote in this cemetery,
living wild amongst the quiet dead.
Once we saw a hawk here,
snacking on a squirrel.
We walk and talk
gloriously alive, when the others here are
not.
Winter conquers summer but summer will rise
again.
Is there something profound in this simple
act of walking with friends on a winter's day?
Looking forward to seeing everyone on
Tuesday at our annual winter's social where we will celebrate our 10th
anniversary!
