Hunting Trip
We went walking
among the trees
in the sloping woods
where the chill wind
lost its way.
A search for fallen walnuts.
We shared one mitten,
and finger-danced
in that hiding place.
Other hunters
asked us
if we had found anything?”
Our eyes were secretly bright,
as we answered,
“Yes."
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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