slicing through slicing through

cross country skis glide through with ease

through what is

heavy

burdensome

inconvenient.

Lift up

tips up

side step

time to climb

watch the ground

but pause to look up

Pause.

Be dusted with fresh snow falling

from Branches that hold the sky back

Or like a curtain, perhaps pulling back,

Holding me in cradling the wonder

for me to see

To breath

To taste and know,

I was created to glide through heaviness

if I am willing to see

to change stance and stride

to blaze a new path before the dogs

Before the plows

And grumbling

And chatter

And laughter

And sledding

I make it out to wander and wonder

With the birds and squirrels

And hear the mallards speak of what they feel and know, that I do not.