THE LONG WAY HOME
January and no thaw
Freezing days and nights
Far back in the woods
I stamped caked ice
Off my snowshoes after
Breaking into the open
Onto an old logging road
Returning down into the valley
Sunlight rinsing the hills
Passing my neighbor’s pasture
I feel staring between the trees
Huddled in deep snow
The whole world stop
As horses watch
photo © bob arnold
