was
quiet
save for my feet
slap
slap
slapping
and the dogs' nails
tip
tip
tapping
on frozen country road
the air was
crisp
smoky
pine-needly
the wan blue winter sky
welcome after an
eternity
of
gray
and
the frost was gone where the sun shone through
the frost was gone where the sun shone through
in what small ways does God speak to you?
