New Hampshire Dawn

Coming from nowhere Going the same The tracks in front Pointing to Tracks behind The wind on the lake Reminding That I am still a guest The snow on the ice An invitation Begging acceptance New Hampshire Winters Are white In my consciousness And frozen in their Clarity Even whiter Dawns Out of the stillness A Moose crashes Through the snow Never acknowledging My presence His majesty Confirming everything That unfound I’ve lost His spirit cries out And with quiet respect I follow him across The frozen lake Leaving tracks of memory One final time —never to be seen again (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)