Weather changes the most familiar paths:
Snow buries landmark stones.
Deep puddles block the trail
From boots and paws.
Fallen trees bar the way.
Today the ground
Crumbles under my step
And my foot is suspended
Above the cracking path
I’m surprised,
But it’s not the first time
I've stepped on a frost heave.
For a moment I enjoy
Pretending that the Earth is giving way,
Opening
And I will fall through
And fall
And fall
Into an unimagined abyss.
My eyes open.
I'm standing on the trail
My right foot is crooked,
But cupped by the sustaining earth.
Eyeing the ground.
I seek out more frost heaves,
Step on them lightly
To feel the crust breaking
Reliving the perilous moment
When everything below fell away.
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Clear and Cold Kigo Haiku
For this challenge I used the Kigo list to almost entirely create my poem.
The sharpness of the stars is one of the joys of the season; the quality of darkness intensified by the contrast with pinpoint light.
Bright clear winter moon
Shining with cold and clear stars
Cold and clear frost gleams
As always I enjoy responding to tankstuesday challenges.
A Cool Pic for the #sundaystills photo challenge #frost
I also plan this to be the cover of my next book Self of Steam.
Want to join the challenge? Head to https://secondwindleisure.com/2023/02/05/sunday-stills-feel-good-frosty/
Mark Bozeman 