"Winter Walk"

Frozen blades of grass

crunch under my stride

as I walk the path set forth for me.

The air so frigid,

it sets alight

my lungs. 

This passage

brings to memory

discontented winters.

My mirage

awaits me 

in the distance,

tempting my continuance.

 

Spring teases

with hope

and intention.

Certitude in this destiny

suddenly stripped from thought

and soul.

In it's place, 

the present vision...

the altitudinous, barren trees

of our existence.

-Deannalynn Arzola