WINTRY THOUGHTS
I wish that once more we could walk
Across a wintry parking lot
And I could feel your ungloved hand.
We reveled in a northern land,
Planted our skis on snow-packed trails
And snow-shoe’d over hills and dales.
I wish we could be comrades again.
When pines with snowy mounds are bent
And ice shards crackle underfoot
And overhead a raven croaks
Then I imagine I can see
Your ski tracks up ahead of me.