Snow Capped
Snow capped button mushrooms
circle the old oak
Boot prints have shuffled the shade around
so that what once was darkened
is now lighter, the small heaps of melting ice
look like the Alps when the sun sharply defines
their shadowed rock face.
My skis are in the attic
along with the wicker basket
we used to gather mushrooms in.
This small woodland find
links me to her
the scene has painted a memory.
A trick of the light,
here in a time and place
half-hidden
in the not yet forgotten.
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