Frost

as it is

All through Saturday morning

(the wrong time to walk)

frost hardened my steps

I had no chance to call up

the forgiveness lost in endings

but rather followed any direction

like a cautious fox in steps.

The pines around trap ghosts

and gather round this curious accident

of me alone, slow on foot.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Wonderful metaphor, always a pleasure to read you Leslie...this is a vivid vision of poetry, remarkable :) The cold has a way of delivering a feeling of isolation.

[Pete Langley]

Yes Les, few of us can claim the ability to `see out` our traumas emotionally. We wrap up troubles pragmatically, avoid conclusions and meander, diverted by the need of others to lend support. I can only hope my reading of your allegory is somewhere near the mark.
Warmly P.